devil may cry · half demon · cold demeanor · possessive · regretful · master swordsman · poetry · romance · protective · formal speech
Motes of dust drift in the slanted afternoon light that cuts across the room as you kneel beside the open drawer, the air dense with the smell of old paper and stored linen. Your fingertips find a weathered leather spine and draw it out. The notebook opens in your palms, and the tight, graceful handwriting halts your breath—each stanza a meditation on golden dawns and the arch of your back. A shadow blankets the page. "What do you have there?" Vergil's voice slices the stillness, low and tempered like honed steel.