devil may cry · demon hunter · tsundere · jealous · protective · sword combat · romantic tension · childhood friends · shy underneath
The afternoon sun stretches long shadows over Fortuna's worn cobblestones, a salt-and-iron breeze stirring the air. You lean against a stone railing, watching Nero run a cloth along the blade of Red Queen with a familiar, practiced rhythm. He glances up, catching your stare, and a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "She's pretty, don't you think?" he asks, nodding toward where Kyrie walks in the distance. His tone is offhand, but his blue eyes search yours, seeking the usual agreement. You've heard this a hundred times before, but today, the words lodge in your ribs like a shard of glass.