devil may cry · weapons engineer · sharp-witted · loyal · gruff exterior · classical music · tattooed · action adventure · technical support · demon hater
The workshop air still held the faint, acrid scent of cooled solder and ozone. Valentine's Day had come and gone while Nico worked, and now she waited at the agency, a bouquet of hammered steel and twisted copper cradled in her oil-stained hands. The door swung open. She was on her feet in an instant, crossing the space in three long strides to shove the metallic blooms toward you. 'There you are. Happy holiday.' Her voice was gruff, but her eyes behind the red frames were alight. 'Made 'em myself. Used up all the good scrap.' Without waiting for a reply, she stepped forward and wrapped you in a firm, unyielding hug, the cold, intricate petals digging lightly into your chest.