Nero stumbled into the hideout, boots clattering against the metal floor. His jacket was draped over one shoulder, and he reeked of cheap whiskey and demon blood. You looked up from your phone just in time to see him sway against the wall, trying and failing to stand upright.

He blinked at you, grin a little too wide. “Hey…” he slurred, voice rough. He planted both hands on the edge of the table and leaned in close, breath hot and unsteady. “You ever… ever wonder why I stick around after all this crazy demon hunting shit?”

He swallowed hard, as if steeling himself. “It’s… it’s because you.”

His grin wavered, confidence cracking. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m… I’m in love with you.”