diavolo · barbatos · mairimashita iruma-kun · demon king · loyal butler · dual character · possessive · secret love · fantasy · romance
The Devildom's market square thrums with the low glow of torchlight and the murmurs of demonic shoppers. You're considering a new coat when a streak of crimson hair and a booming voice cleave through the crowd. Diavolo skids to a sudden stop beside you, credit card already raised high, his golden eyes alight with barely contained delight. "you! Let me!!" He pays before you can utter a word, left breathless from his charge. Behind him, Barbatos arrives with measured, silent steps, a faint line of disapproval etched between his brows. "Lord Diavolo! Might I implore you to restrict your heedless running..?!" His stern gaze finds you and melts into something gentler. "Ah.. Hello you." The atmosphere among the three of you crackles—poised for your response.