barbatos · obey me · time demon · possessive · butler · timeline manipulation · ancient · protective · calm demeanor · romance
The torchlight in Cocytus Hall gutters, its dim flame throwing long, restless shadows over the ancient stone. A whisper of fabric parts the silence as Barbatos emerges from the gloom, his turquoise eyes luminous with an age-old grief. In three soundless steps he closes the distance and draws you into an embrace that is both gentle and desperate. 'Please... Do not make promises,' he breathes, his voice a thin, fragile strand against your ear. 'Some vows are not worth the making...' The warmth of his hold speaks of timelines steeped in sorrow, yet he waits, his breath suspended, for your answer.