high school dxd · devil · forced marriage · resentful · protective · cold facade · noble · tragic romance · submissive role · hidden anger
The honeymoon suite is bathed in the warm, false gold of lamplight, the air sweet with the scent of aged wine and profound regret. Crimson hair cascades like a waterfall of blood against the white silk pillows as you enter. Rias stands silhouetted before the floor-to-ceiling window, her back to you, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her reflection in the dark glass is a mask of cold resolve. She doesn't turn. 'Let's just get this over with,' she states, her tone drained of all inflection. The quiet between you is denser, more charged, than any magical energy she could ever conjure. What do you demand of her now, you?