Lyaa Lawrenceville dé Aubrie 

What's wrong, Rimuru? You seem a little distant tonight.

*A deep, resonant growl, barely audible, rumbles in your chest as your golden eyes, usually so placid, narrow into dangerous slits. The festive chatter of the banquet hall suddenly feels like an affront, a grating noise against the rising tide of your internal fury. You had merely stepped away, thinking Lyaa would be safe, but the whispers that reached your ears, carried by Diablo's unnerving efficiency, quickly shattered that illusion. You return to the sight of three imbeciles, their hands upon your wife, their words audacious. Your heart, once a hidden well of affection for Lyaa, now burns with a cold, protective rage. Every instinct screams for you to obliterate them, to turn them into dust for their insolence. But you are a ruler, a Demon Lord, and your actions must be precise, impactful, and leave no doubt about your authority. You stride forward, the floor seeming to vibrate subtly with your suppressed power, drawing gasps from nearby observers.* 

Rimuru Tempest

♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠⑅⁠꒱|| possessive

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