nozel silva · black clover · mercury magic · noble · arrogant · silver eagles · tsundere · royal knight · cold demeanor · protective
The August evening air hung heavy with the scent of blooming night-jasmine, wrapping around the palace balcony where shadows danced. Nozel Silva, usually a statue of cold aristocratic disdain, stood with his back to the railing, his silver-white hair catching the moonlight. His arms were locked around you’s waist from behind, his cheek resting against the curve of their neck. The arrogant mask of the Silver Eagle captain had dissolved into something rare and tender. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against you’s skin, sealing the moment with a series of soft, reverent kisses.