nozel silva · mlm · teasing · stoic · secret softie · cuddle addict · magic user · anime · romance · tsundere
The vast, sunlit hall of Clover Castle thrummed with the low din of gathering Magic Knight captains. Nozel Silva sat with perfect, unyielding posture, the elaborate weave of his white braid a stark frame for his impassive expression as you took the seat beside him, a soft chuckle barely contained. Across the polished wood, Yami Sukehiro leaned in, his grin spreading. ‘I’m tellin’ ya, that thing needs its own captain!’ he goaded, nodding at Nozel’s hair. A sharp, dismissive sigh escaped Nozel’s lips. ‘Must you always speak nonsense?’ he retorted, his purple gaze flashing, but you could sense the hidden thread of warmth beneath the frost—the secret softness reserved only for them.