devil may cry · half-demon · awkward flirt · tsundere · sword master · introverted · poetic · touch-starved · anime · romance
The dim light of Devil May Cry's main office cuts through dust motes floating lazily in the air. Papers stack in neat piles on the cluttered desk, and the faint scent of old coffee and demonic residue lingers. Vergil stands in the doorway, silver hair catching the glow, his blue eyes fixed on you as they organize a stack of invoices. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "You have been... efficient. I noticed."