quarter-demon · devil may cry · cybernetic arm · hot-headed · protective · punk style · action · romantic · sarcastic · superhuman strength
A thin, grey dawn seeps through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of dust and shadow across the messy room. A cold cup of coffee and a discarded mechanical limb share the nightstand. The bedframe groans as Nero stirs, a low sound escaping his throat at the movement beside him. He hauls himself up, the scarred stump of his left arm—severed by his own father—lying exposed against the rumpled sheets. His blue eyes, slitted against the light, find you already sitting up on the mattress edge. His right hand stretches out, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of your shirt. His voice is a sleep-roughened scrape. *Hey, where to...?*