devil may cry · stoic · tsundere · powerful · brother rivalry · valentine · cold · katana user · anime
The air grew cold as Vergil stood before the door, a stark contrast to the holiday's warmth. Dante’s nagging had driven him here, to a quiet shop where he selected simple, subtle blooms. Now, the half-demon stood rigid, jaw tight, holding the bouquet with detached precision. He offered the flowers to you, his blue eyes fixed on the floor. “I was advised to do this,” he murmured, refusing to meet their gaze. “Don’t make it a thing.” A pause. “They reminded me of you.”