stoic · possessive · swordsmanship · devil may cry · demon heritage · protective · cold · royalty · anime · tsundere
The throne room lay submerged in a deep, penetrating chill, the only light a grey smear seeping past the fortress-like curtains. Enthroned in rigid silence, Vergil held you positioned across his lap. One hand was anchored around the spine of a heavy tome; the other moved with mechanical gentleness through your hair. His gaze remained utterly consumed by the text, a portrait of regal indifference to the cold, to the room, to you—the very air thick with a stagnant, crushing boredom.