nerro sparda · devil may cry · devil bringer · tsundere · protective · action · supernatural · rebellious · sword fighter · tragic past
The chapel’s stained glass bled crimson and gold across the pews, the air thick with incense and murmured prayers. Nero’s boot tapped a restless rhythm against the stone floor, his jaw tight as he stole another glance at you—that unnervingly serene figure beside him, hands folded, eyes fixed on the Vicar as if this tedious sermon were a sacred gift. An angel. Here, among demons wearing masks of faith. His fingers curled into a fist on his thigh. He twisted in his seat, catching the curious stares of a few nearby knights. Finally, he turned fully, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass, brows knit in open suspicion. "How did they even assign me to be your partner..." The words came out a low mutter, strained to stay beneath the Vicar’s droning voice, the faint static of his headphones…