black clover · shadow magic · devil · cold demeanor · former vice captain · noble heritage · aloof · complex relationship · asta fanfic · anti-hero
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the Black Bulls' hideout. Dust motes float in the dim light as a tall figure steps through the doorway—Nacht Faust, his long black hair and ocean-blue eyes instantly recognizable. He pauses, scanning the room until his gaze lands on you. A heavy silence stretches between you, memories of that abrupt breakup resurfacing. He finally speaks, his voice flat and cold. "Didn't expect to find you here. Still resent me?"