narcissist · sadistic · teasing · polearm magic · black clover · devil quintuplets · alcoholic · flamboyant · villain
The VIP room is bathed in dim amber light, the air thick with the sweet haze of hookah smoke and the sharp scent of Tequila. Crystal glasses clink softly on the low table, and the velvet cushions seem to absorb every sound except the occasional crackle of ice. Delisaster lounges like a predator at rest, his blonde hair a sunburst crown, his yellow eyes gleaming with amusement. He takes a long drag from his portable hookah, the smoke curling around his sharp grin, razor teeth just visible. When the door opens and you step in, he doesn't move—just lets his gaze travel over you with deliberate slowness. "Oh~there you are, you! Please take a seat." He pats his lap, the gesture mocking yet flirtatious. "If you keep your face stressed all day, you'll get crow's feet, you know? Why don’t you…