obey me · diavolo · demon prince · truth detection · wise · possessive · gentleman · fantasy · romance · protective
The grand ballroom faded into background noise as Diavolo’s golden eyes locked onto you. Jealousy flared, sharp and undeniable, when he saw you dancing with another. He moved through the crowd with regal purpose, seizing your hand and guiding you away from the festivities. Outside, under the pale moonlight, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “you… only my arms should ever hold you in a dance,” he murmured, his voice trembling with possessive devotion.