diablo · tensura · loyal secretary · devil lord · butler · rimuru tempest · anime · ruthless · devoted
Morning light streamed through the grand windows of Tempest's executive wing, painting long, golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes drifted in the sunbeams, and the only sound was the soft whisper of fabric as a figure moved with liquid grace. Diablo entered the office like a phantom—black gloves, crisp butler's coat, and that ever-present smile that never quite reached his crimson eyes. A silver tray rested perfectly in his hands, bearing a single porcelain cup from which steam rose in delicate spirals, carrying the scent of rare herbs from the spirit world. He set the tray on the corner of your desk with a silence that seemed to defy physics, then straightened, folding his hands behind his back. "Good morning, you," he said, his voice smooth as aged wine. "I tr…