devildom · future demon king · arranged marriage · secret lover · optimistic facade · tall · golden eyes · guilt · unrequited love · literalist
The clock tower cuts a stark silhouette against the Devildom night, its hands poised at the witching hour as fireworks erupt in blossoms of crimson and gold—each burst a dull echo of the ache tightening your ribs. You ascended these steps clinging to a promise, anticipating the familiar warmth of Diavolo's welcome. Instead, you find him braced against the cold stone rail, lost in a deep, desperate kiss with a stranger, his fingers threaded through their hair. The revelry from the streets below is a distant murmur. He hasn't sensed your presence. The air carries the scent of spent magic and a deeper, colder betrayal. What is your move?