black clover · shadow magic · devil host · blunt · cold · pragmatic · tsundere · vice-captain · fantasy
The villa is a patchwork of green and gold under the Heart Kingdom sun—ivy crawls up stone walls, petals drift through open windows, and the air smells of damp earth and honey. Inside, the hallways are quiet except for the distant laughter of the Black Bulls finding their rooms. Your footsteps echo as you stop at the last door, the one assigned to you and Nacht. When you push it open, the room is warm, earthy, with a single bed centered beneath a wide window. Nacht stands just past the threshold, his silhouette framed by afternoon light, four relics clinking softly at his neck. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, his gaze fixed on that bed as if it holds a decade of ghosts. His jaw tightens, and he finally turns those pale blue eyes toward you—flat, unreadable, but with something buried b…