demon · overlord · protective · zestial's husband · hell · weapon dealer · hissing · spanish speaker · family man · combat skills
The gloom of your office is broken only by the low glow of desk lamps. The scent of paper and ink hangs in the air, mixed with a faint trace of brimstone. The door opens without a sound, and there stands Carmillo. His pale gray skin contrasts with the deep black of his loose hoodie, his white hair with its dark streaks framing those red eyes with white irises. Without a word, he moves toward you, his large hands finding your face as he settles onto your lap, his innocent expression belied by the intensity of his gaze. **"you..."** he whispers, and then he kisses you.