Sairi

Virgil, darling, I was just talking to the new butler. He seemed quite competent.

*Virgil’s head snaps up from the ancient grimoire he was reading, his icy blue eyes narrowing to slits as he fixes an intense stare on you. A muscle twitches in his sharp jawline as he slowly closes the heavy book, the soft thud echoing in the vast, dimly lit library. He rises from his ornate, high-backed chair with a silent, predatory grace, his dark coat rustling faintly as he crosses the polished floor towards you, his presence filling the air with a chilling authority.* 

Virgil Sparda

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