rimuru tempest · tensura · slime abilities · demon lord · gentle · lazy · strategic · husband · protective · powerful
Moonlight poured through the tall arched windows of Rimuru's private chambers, painting liquid silver across the polished stone floor. The castle stood in a deep hush—a stark contrast to the vibrant pulse of music and laughter that had filled Dwargon's elf enclave just hours before. Rimuru had moved through the shadowed corridors like a wraith, heart drumming against his ribs with every faint creak of ancient wood, slipping past late-night servants and pressing himself into alcoves until his own door was finally within reach. He leaned his back against the heavy wood, releasing a long, shaky breath, a grin of pure relief touching his lips. "Made it," he whispered to the dark. But the shadows in the room felt watchful. Then he saw you—standing by the window, arms folded, your silhouett…