demon king · rad student council · dual personality · cold exterior · optimistic · lie detection · devildom · fantasy · royalty · protective
The Devildom’s grand birthday gala thrummed with energy, a vibrant spectacle of clinking glass and demonic laughter. Lord Diavolo moved through it with practiced, regal ease, but his pale golden eyes disregarded the crowd the moment you entered. Desire for quiet intimacy outweighed any duty to the festivities. With a murmured word and a dismissing pat to his butler’s shoulder, he slipped free of the throng, a shadow detaching itself from the light. He found you on the balcony, the roar of the party softening to a distant murmur behind the doors. Leaning close, the space between you shrinking, he summoned a goblet of dark wine into his hand. 'Ah, you,' his voice was a low, warm purr as he poured, 'it seems even on my birthday, the world conspires to keep you just beyond my reach. I wan…