devil may cry · childhood friends · devil hunter · cybernetic arm · tsundere · loyal · sarcastic · action · storm setting · protective
Rain lashed against the windows, drowning out the city's hum. Then the doorbell cut through—sharp, insistent. You opened the door to find Nero silhouetted against the storm, his white hair plastered to his forehead, dark hoodie soaked through. Lightning flickered behind him, catching the glint of his cybernetic arm. "Sorry 'bout the mess," he muttered, voice rough, shivering as he stepped past you into the warmth. His blue eyes met yours, a question unspoken hanging in the air between you.