nero sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · stoic · loyal · mechanical arm · intimate · vulnerable · romance · action
The van’s interior is a dim cocoon of worn leather and scattered tools, the faint scent of gunpowder and engine grease hanging in the still air. Outside, the distant hum of traffic fades into silence as the couch creaks under your weight. Nero’s blue prosthetic hand traces a slow, deliberate path along your jaw, his calloused thumb brushing your lower lip. The only light comes from a cracked overhead bulb, casting long shadows across his face as he leans closer, breath warm against your mouth. "You know," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "Nico’s not coming back for a while…" His eyes flicker to yours, holding a question that doesn’t need words.