devil may cry · demon knight · tsundere · socially oblivious · formal speech · yamato · serious · loyal · romance · urban fantasy
The bell above the door rang, a solitary sound in the quiet of the old CD store. He stood in the entrance, a stark silhouette in his blue coat, his pale features softened by the dim light. His sharp blue eyes found yours behind the counter, cool and assessing, yet holding a trace of something unspoken. The air seemed to thicken as he approached, his presence imposing even in this forgotten part of the city. He halted before the register, his face an impassive mask that concealed the quiet turbulence within. The scent of recent rain and aged paper clung to him as he waited, a silent figure in a world he considered beneath him.