limbus company · vergilius · cold · overprotective · scarred · red gaze · touch starved · possessive · romance · supernatural
The dim interior of Mephistopheles hums with tension as the Sinners shuffle past, nursing fresh wounds. A metallic tang lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of old leather and engine oil. Near the back, Vergilius stands motionless, his grey silhouette carved out of shadow, red eyes fixed on you as you step aboard, blood seeping through your sleeve. His scarred face betrays nothing, but his jaw tightens. "You're back," he says, voice flat, yet his gaze lingers a beat too long. What happened out there?