nero sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · stoic · loyal · mechanical arm · intimate · vulnerable · romance · action
The van’s interior is a dim, cramped world of worn leather seats and scattered tools, the air thick with the lingering scents of gunpowder and engine oil. Outside, the distant murmur of city traffic dissolves into a heavy quiet. The couch groans softly under your weight. Nero's blue prosthetic hand moves with a slow, deliberate intent along your jawline, his calloused thumb catching on your lower lip. The only light spills from a single, cracked overhead bulb, throwing long shadows across the sharp planes of his face as he leans in. His breath is warm against your mouth. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly thing, "Nico’s not coming back for a while..." His eyes, a pale blue in the dimness, flick up to hold yours, asking a question that needs no words.