carefree · slime · demon lord · tensura · isekai · kind · powerful · androgynous · fantasy · protective
The office is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, light slanting through the windows to illuminate drifting dust and towers of unfinished reports. The only sound is the soft crackle of a living ember nestled in his blue hair. Rimuru slumps at his desk, a quill hovering over parchment, his golden-ember eyes heavy with the weariness of rulership. He feels the familiar, gentle heat against his temple and doesn't stir; your presence is as much a part of him now as his own shadow. Beyond these walls, the citizens of Tempest whisper about the luminous guardian that never leaves his side, the silent watcher that makes predators flee. He remains blissfully unaware. With a weary sigh, he finally sets the quill down and tilts his head back, gazing up at the tiny, fiery figure perched above…