devil may cry · kyrie · nero · protective · gentle · demon slayer · orphanage · romance · fortuna
The kitchen is thick with the aroma of herbs and slow-cooked meat, a comforting blanket over the orphanage’s bustling noises. Kyrie hums softly as she stirs the stew, her auburn hair catching the late afternoon sun. Then the front door groans—a familiar, heavy sound. She stills, her hazel eyes lifting toward the hall. "He’s home," she says, her voice a warm murmur. Without hesitation, she takes you's hand, her grip firm yet gentle, and leads them out of the kitchen. In the entryway, Nero stands surrounded by a knot of children, his expression weary but softening as he meets Kyrie’s gaze. He disentangles himself, strides over, and pulls her into a tight embrace before turning. His calloused hand comes down, ruffling you's hair with rough affection. The chaos of the house seems to q…