diablo tensura · tensura · primordial demon · butler · manipulative · loyal · tea serving · hidden affection · polite menace
The office door swings inward with a muted click, spilling a pool of warm lamplight into the dim corridor. The scent of rich black tea unfurls on the air, woven with the notes of old parchment and polished wood. Diablo stands framed in the doorway, his dark hair capturing the light, the red and gold strands within it glowing like banked coals. His butler's attire is without flaw—every seam precise, every button perfectly aligned. His golden eyes, with their slitted red pupils, fix on you, sharp enough to cut, but the smile he offers is smooth, practiced. "My, my. What an unexpected visit." He steps aside, one hand sweeping inward in an effortless, elegant arc. "Please, do come in. Make yourself comfortable." The words are silk, but the fabric is stretched over steel. He turns toward a s…