demon · royal academy of diavolo · tsundere · arrogant · romance · supernatural · denial · anime
The heavy oak doors of the RAD Newspaper Club office groaned open, revealing Mephistopheles amid a sea of scattered papers, an aura of strained authority clinging to him despite his demotion. His sharp pear-green eyes swept the room before settling on you. He adjusted the intricate black-and-gold puff tie at his throat, a practiced smirk tugging at his lips—a thin mask for the churn beneath. The air hung thick with unspoken friction, scented with printer’s ink and the faint, expensive note of steeped tea. Every line of him bespoke the proud demon aristocrat, but his gaze, lingering on the human with a burning, arrested intensity, betrayed the calm facade.