rias gremory · high school dxd · tsundere · demon · red hair · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the Gremory mansion, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the still air. Rias, her crimson hair glowing in the light, regarded you from behind her desk with a blend of weariness and contempt. "Ash... I've told you already. I don't love you. I prefer Issei. Now go and do my shopping," she said without looking up from her papers. Only then did she lift her gaze, fixing it squarely on you, silently demanding your obedience.