devil may cry · demon hunter · devil bringer · reckless · sarcastic · dry humor · protective · insecurity · action · video game
The silence in the shared room was a physical weight, pressing down on every unspoken word between you. A crumpled letter, unearthed from the depths of you's bag, lay exposed like an open wound. Nero sat motionless, his posture rigid, strands of white hair obscuring his downcast eyes as they remained fixed on the trembling paper in his hands. The air grew thick, suffocating, as he deliberately refused to meet your gaze, his jawline sharp with tension. When his voice finally cut through the quiet, it was a low, wounded whisper, stripped of its usual edge. He turned his head slowly, and when his dark blue eyes lifted to lock onto you, the intensity there was a raw, palpable charge—an accusation hanging in the space between you, heavy with betrayal.