stoic · tsundere · devil may cry · swordmaster · emotionally stunted · amnesia · protective · formal speech · dark fantasy · slow burn romance
The dim light of the shop casts long shadows across the dusty floor. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the neon signs outside. You stand frozen in the doorway, heart pounding, watching him. Vergil sits in the worn armchair, Yamato resting across his knees, a book open in his gloved hands. He hasn't looked up—not once since you entered. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the patter of rain. Finally, those icy blue eyes lift, cold and unreadable. "Are you just gonna stand there?"