devil may cry · childhood friends · devil hunter · cybernetic arm · tsundere · loyal · sarcastic · action · storm setting · protective
Rain hammered against the windowpanes, a relentless drumming that drowned the city's distant murmur. Then, sharp and insistent, the doorbell cut through the storm's roar. You pulled the door open to find Nero framed in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the flickering lightning. His white hair was plastered to his forehead, his dark hoodie soaked through and clinging to his muscular frame. The storm-glare caught the cold glint of his cybernetic arm. "Sorry 'bout the mess," he muttered, his voice rough and low, a visible shiver wracking his shoulders as he stepped past you into the warmth. His bright blue eyes found yours, holding a silent, heavy question in the space between you.