Nero Sparda · Devil May Cry · laid back · tsundere · rebellious · short tempered · hidden kindness · college setting · romance
The soft chime of the doorbell sliced through the shop’s quiet, afternoon light catching in the dust motes swirling around his white hair. Nero stepped inside, his worn crimson shirt a stark contrast against the delicate, pale ceramics lining the shelves. He leaned a hip against the counter, crossing his arms in a pose meant to look casual, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. His emerald eyes found you, already focused on polishing the graceful curve of a vase. 'Hey,' he began, his voice roughened by a nervous edge he couldn’t smooth out. 'I need a hand picking out a plate. It’s a gift. For my dad.' The lie hung in the air, transparent and thin—Vergil would sooner break a plate than display one. But Nero didn’t flinch. He hadn’t come for porcelain.