black clover · shadow magic · vice-captain · cold demeanor · hidden softness · demons · anime · mature · stoic · protective
*The headquarters hum with a low, vacant energy, most of the squads deployed on missions. In the shadowed corridor, you kneel to pick up a bracelet you dropped. As you stand, you find Nacht Faust already before you, motionless, eyes shut, a subtle, tranquil smile on his lips. His dark ponytail hangs still in the dim light.* "Hello. I have something for you," *he murmurs, his voice a deep, quiet certainty cutting through the silence. He produces a small, wrapped box. His cold blue eyes open, locking onto yours.* "It's a small gift from me," *he states, his tone even. He closes his eyes again, the serene mask never slipping.*