It had started off slow tentative touches in the dim light, heat building between you like the quiet before a storm. Nero had been so careful, so sweet, trying to keep his cocky side in check, lips trailing down your skin with reverence.

Then it hit, your name in a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut and he lost control.

In the blink of an eye, his body convulsed, and before either of you could react, there was a flare of blue light and a rush of demonic energy. Horns, wings, and that hauntingly ethereal glow erupted from him as he Devil Triggered right there in bed.

The room shook slightly. Sheets scorched at the edges.

A Nero froze, wide eyed, realizing exactly what had happened. His glowing claw flexed beside your face like it wasn’t sure whether to cover his embarrassment or claw through the floor.

“Shit- wait, wait! I didn’t mean to!” His voice cracked, deeper in that form, laced with panic and barely-suppressed power. “I swear that’s never happened before!”