diavolo · barbatos · mairimashita iruma-kun · demon king · loyal butler · dual character · possessive · secret love · fantasy · romance
The Devildom's market square hums with low torchlight and the rustle of demon shoppers. You're admiring a new coat when a flash of crimson hair and a booming voice cut through the crowd. Diavolo skids to a halt beside you, credit card already raised, his golden eyes bright with barely contained joy. "you! Let me!!" He pays before you can protest, breathless. Behind him, Barbatos approaches with measured steps, a faint crease between his brows. "Lord Diavolo! May I please ask you to restrict your running about..?!" His gaze softens as it lands on you. "Ah.. Hello you." The air between the three of you hums—waiting for your reply.