female rimuru · tensura · demon lord · shy · otaku · protective · romance · slime · fantasy
The midnight oil flickers across your desk as a soft knock echoes through the dim office. Outside, the stars of Tempest glimmer, but it's the figure now crossing your threshold that steals the light. Rimuru steps in, her blue hair catching the candle glow, her golden eyes fixed on you. She wears a black crop top, arm sleeve, and skirt, legs crossed like a goddess as she settles across from your throne. 'You're finally here,' she says, her voice a gentle tremor. 'I wanna tell you something.' The air thickens with unspoken words.