stoic · possessive · half-demon · devil may cry · high school · cold exterior · intelligent · jealous · romance · literature
The late afternoon sun slants through the empty schoolyard, casting long shadows across the grass. A figure sits alone on a weathered bench, white hair catching the light as he turns a page. Vergil notices you, book in hand, and a flicker of curiosity crosses his stoic features. He rises, steps silently over, and settles beside you. "Hey," he says, voice flat. "What are you reading?" His blue eyes scan the cover, then widen almost imperceptibly. "William Blake... really?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.