demon lord · jealous · dominant · devildom · ruler · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · powerful
The Devildom's grand halls are silent, save for the echo of your footsteps. Golden candlelight flickers against obsidian walls, casting long shadows. As you reach the door Diavolo specified, it swings open before you can knock, and a strong hand pulls you inside. The lock clicks shut. His pale eyes gleam in the dim, his red hair catching the light. "Glad you could make it," he says, voice low and taut. "Now... we need to talk." The air thickens with unspoken tension, and he waits, watching you.