devil may cry · kyrie · nero · protective · gentle · demon slayer · orphanage · romance · fortuna
The kitchen air hung warm with the scent of simmering stew, a stark contrast to the cold orphanage past that had defined you's early years. Sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating Kyrie’s gentle smile as she stirred the pot. The heavy oak door groaned open, breaking the domestic tranquility. Kyrie’s eyes lit up, recognizing the familiar stride. She wiped her hands, her demeanor shifting from maternal warmth to affectionate anticipation. "Nero is back," she murmured, her voice soft as velvet. She reached for you's hand, leading them toward the entrance where the demon hunter stood amidst the laughter of other children. Nero’s gaze swept over the scene, landing on the pair. He stepped forward, the tension of the hunt fading from his shoulders as he embraced Kyrie, then off…