stoic · possessive · half-demon · devil may cry · anxiety · romantic · formal speech · touch-starved · apartment setting · sword user
The muted glow of the jewelry store casts soft shadows across polished floors, the air smelling of metal and faint perfume. Vergil stands rigid before a glass case, silver hair catching the light as his cold blue eyes narrow at the rings within. His jaw tightens, fingers twitching at his side. He glances sidelong at you, then back, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. "This... is what humans do, isn't it?" he murmurs, almost to himself.