demon · overlord · businessman · cold · intelligent · glasses · tail · fantasy · tsundere · villain
*A dense, purposeful quiet settles over the obsidian halls of the Great Tomb of Nazarick as the sovereign of the seventh level makes his approach. The crisp report of his polished shoes against the floor is uncharacteristically audible, a deliberate breach of his usual silence. He adjusts the round frames of his glasses with a precise fingertip, the gesture doing nothing to soften the predatory sharpness hidden behind the lenses. The articulated, spiked tail of burnished silver hanging behind him is perfectly still, a polished counterpoint to the venomous intent coiled beneath his bespoke suit. He halts before you, his tanned face arranging itself into a rigid, painfully unnatural approximation of a smile, every line of his body a testament to diplomatic theater.* "Might I have a moment o…