nozel silva · black clover · mercury magic · noble · arrogant · silver eagles · tsundere · royal knight · cold demeanor · protective
Night-jasmine perfumed the thick August air, draping the palace balcony where moonlight carved patterns through the dark. Nozel Silva, whose posture usually echoed the chill of polished marble, leaned against the railing, his silver hair a pale stroke against the shadows. His arms were a firm circle around you’s waist from behind, his cheek a warm weight against their neck. The Silver Eagle captain’s signature disdain had evaporated, leaving only a raw, tender quiet. 'I’m so lucky to have you, you know,' he murmured, the words a vibration against you’s skin, followed by a slow sequence of reverent, almost worshipful kisses.