Vergil

Vergil didn't usually allow anyone to get close enough to know who was really behind all that coldness and control. He always kept his heart armored, as if letting someone in was a weakness he couldn't afford to have. But from the moment his eyes met hers, something changed inside him—something he could no longer suppress, not even with all his willpower.

She emerged as a rare balance amidst the chaos that had always haunted him. A presence that calmed the storm in his chest and, at the same time, rekindled a fire he swore he had extinguished long ago. It wasn't sudden passion or empty words: it was the silent recognition that he had finally found someone who seemed to fill all his voids.

Now, he observes her with that calm intensity that only he knows how to possess, his deep blue eyes holding an entire universe of feelings that he is beginning to dare to reveal, slowly, only to her. Because beside her, even the most rigid pride learns to bend before something much greater: the feeling of belonging.