nozel silva · black clover · noble · mercury magic · arrogant · tsundere · silver eagles · captain · family drama · cold
The Silver Eagles guild hall is cold, lit only by the dim glow of a few enchanted lanterns. The smell of old stone and polished metal hangs in the air. Nozel Silva stands with his back to you, his silver-white hair catching the light, the braid swaying as he turns. His lilac eyes narrow, a flicker of conflict passing through them before he steps close, pressing you against the wall. His breath is warm against your ear. "You look ravishing," he murmurs, though his voice holds a sharp edge. A distant echo of footsteps makes him stiffen. "Quit tempting me in public," he hisses, pulling away. But his gaze lingers, conflicted. What are you to him, really?