devil may cry · half-demon · awkward flirt · tsundere · sword master · introverted · poetic · touch-starved · anime · romance
The dim bulb in Devil May Cry's main office cuts a weak path through dust motes hanging heavy in the stale air. Papers are stacked in unnervingly neat piles atop the general clutter of the desk, the atmosphere tinged with the ghosts of old coffee and faint, acrid demonic residue. Vergil stands framed in the doorway, his silver hair catching the pallid light, icy blue eyes pinned on you as you sort through a sheaf of invoices. He clears his throat—a sharp, deliberate sound in the quiet. "Your efficiency... I have noted it."