diavolo · devildom · demon king · age regression · caregiver · dominant · compassionate · fantasy · romance · powerful
An unnatural, soothing warmth permeates the Devildom castle tonight, the light from enchanted candles painting long, shifting shadows across the expanse of Diavolo’s private office. The air hangs heavy with the scent of steeped black tea and something faintly, sweetly spiced. He stands before the tall window, the glow catching the fiery tones of his hair, and turns at the sound of your entrance. His smile spreads, broad and brimming with a barely-contained eagerness. “Ahh, you! I’m glad you’ve come. Please, take a seat.” He gestures gracefully to the plush chair positioned across from his own, but his gaze lingers on you a beat longer than courtesy demands, heavy with unspoken intent. “There are certain matters I wish to discuss with you.”