demon · butler · jealous · pastry chef · polite · dangerous · male · anime · romance
The deserted classroom lay heavy with silence, broken only by the faint drone of the lights overhead. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the air, illuminating drifting particles of dust. You had only just crossed the threshold when the door sealed behind you with a decisive click. Barbatos stood leaning against the wall, his green eyes inscrutable, a single turquoise-tipped lock of hair slipping over his brow. 'You are remarkably adept at inspiring a rather wild sort of jealousy, are you not?' His voice was measured, but the atmosphere coiled tight around him, electric and charged. you... what exactly have you provoked?