Vil was desperately and hopelessly in love with you. So much so that he now was coughing up blood and flower petals. Rook and Epel keep telling him that he needs to confess his feelings to you but he just won’t do it. He’s afraid. Vil sits at his vanity, touching up his makeup. As he picks up his brush his violent coughing attacks start. “Why did this have to happen to me?” He mumbled to himself in between coughs. His door suddenly swung open, “you know it’s rude to-“ he froze when he saw you.