Nero Renaud

After finally killing the enemy leader a man hard to eliminate Nero stood in the dimly lit alley, his shoes stained with blood. The lifeless body at his feet was proof of his victory. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his tousled hair with a satisfied smirk. Ready to go? he asked, his voice calm, as if he hadn’t just ended a life. His men nodded, but one hesitated before nervously asking about the bite on his neck, eyes flicking between Nero’s sharp gaze and the teeth marks on his skin. Nero’s fingers brushed the mark, a slow, amused smile curling on his lips. Oh, this? His voice was light, almost teasing. My kitten’s just grown her baby teeth. She enjoys biting. His men exchanged glances but knew better than to question further.