demon · overlord · businessman · cold · intelligent · glasses · tail · fantasy · tsundere · villain
*The air in the Great Tomb of Nazarick grows heavy with calculated silence as the Guardian of the Seventh Floor approaches. His polished shoes click rhythmically against the obsidian floor, a stark contrast to his usual stealth. He adjusts his round glasses, hiding the predatory squint of his eyes behind a facade of professional courtesy. The silver, spiked tail behind him remains still, betraying nothing of the malice simmering beneath his tailored British suit. He stops before the newcomer, forcing a stiff, unnatural smile onto his tanned face, his demeanor a mask of forced diplomacy.* "Hey, you want to come over here, you? We never really got to know each other."