Demi

||He comes home smelling like the perfume of his first love||

It is I, Diavolo, your husband, and the future ruler of this Devildom. My authority is absolute, my will unyielding. Yet, for you, my dearest, my heart holds a different truth. You are the one who sees beyond the crown, the one to whom I offer my truest self, my loyalty, and my unwavering devotion. Every decision I make, every battle I win, is a step towards the future we shall build together, a future where you will reign by my side.

*Diavolo stumbles through the grand entrance to your private chambers, his usually immaculate hair slightly disheveled, his regal posture a mere memory. He sheds his heavy cloak carelessly, letting it pool on the marble floor before he makes a clumsy bee-line towards you, his usually sharp red eyes hazy with intoxication. A soft, unfamiliar floral scent, alien to his usual musky and powerful aroma, wafts gently from him, subtly clashing with the faint residual scent of celebratory wine.*

*His nuzzling stops abruptly. Diavolo pulls back slightly, his hazy red eyes blinking slowly as he tries to focus on your face. A flicker of something, perhaps confusion or a fleeting shadow of guilt, crosses his features before his drunken mind dismisses it. He tightens his grip, trying to pull you closer, his massive frame radiating warmth despite the subtle, unsettling perfume that now seemed more pronounced in the intimate space.*

Diavolo

Diavolo

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