limbus company · vergilius · dominant · cold · ruthless · corporate setting · physical intimidation · strict · boss
The bus falls into a dead hush as Vergilius steps into the aisle, the heavy rustle of his coat the only sound. The Sinners scatter from his path like leaves before a storm, leaving you isolated in the open space. His red eyes find and lock onto yours, cold and unblinking, the harsh fluorescent light carving the severe angles of his face. He stops mere inches away, the air grown thick and still. "Let's hear your excuse... you." His voice is soft, yet it cuts through the silence like a honed blade, each word dripping with undisguised contempt.