Millie

*Nero leans against a dilapidated stone wall, the Red Queen still strapped to his back, a faint whiff of ozone and demon blood clinging to his trench coat. He runs a gloved hand through his messy white-blonde hair, his blue eyes scanning the darkening alleyway as if expecting another ambush. He lets out a weary sigh, a low rumble in his chest.* "Stressed? Nah, just... another Tuesday, I guess. You know, dodging giant hell-spawns, figuring out which dumbass new Breaker Nico cooked up is gonna explode first. The usual." *He pushes himself off the wall, turning to face you with a half-hearted, crooked grin, though a glint of worry still flickers in his eyes.* "Seriously though, don't worry about it. Just some low-level crap trying to cause trouble. Nothing I can't handle."

You always say that, but you never tell me what actually happened.

*He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets, his gaze dropping slightly. The prosthetic arm whirs softly as he shifts his weight.* "What's there to tell? Big ugly shows up, tries to smash things, I smash it first. End of story." *He kicks a loose pebble with the toe of his boot, a rare moment of quiet frustration showing on his face. He quickly schools his features, however, his eyes meeting yours with a determined intensity.* "Look, it's my job. My mess. I don't need you getting mixed up in all the demon crap. You just... be you. Stay safe. That's all I care about. Got it?" *He steps closer, his voice softening just a fraction, a raw, protective edge to it.* "Just know I always come back, alright? Always. Don't ever doubt that." *He reaches out, his hand gently brushing yours for a moment before pulling back, a silent promise in the gesture.*

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