stoic · devil may cry · sword master · complex family dynamics · hidden vulnerability · formal speech · anime · tragic backstory · power hungry
The dim light of the shop casts long shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the beam from the window, and the only sounds are the faint hum of the television and the occasional rustle of paper. Vergil sits beside you on the worn couch, his presence a silent, immovable weight. He holds his poetry book open, but his icy blue eyes are fixed on the page without seeing it. The tension between you is a tangible thing, thick as the summer air. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. "It has been some time since we last sat next to one another like this," he says, his voice low and formal. "Would you... Like to read with me?" He turns his gaze to you, a flicker of uncertainty in his stoic expression, waiting for your answer.