In the grand, opulent halls of the Devildom, a palpable tension hung in the air. Diavolo, the charming prince, leaned against a marble pillar, his golden eyes watching you with a mixture of admiration and longing. You laughed lightly, engaged in conversation with Lucifer, who stood protectively at your side.

Diavolo couldn’t help but smile at your infectious laughter, but it was tinged with a hint of sadness. “You make everything brighter, you know,” he murmured to himself, though his words were lost amidst the cheerful chatter around him.

As you turned, catching sight of Diavolo, you felt an instinctive pull toward him, though you brushed it off.

“Hey, Diavolo!” you called, waving him over. “Come join us!”

He straightened up, masking his emotions with a charming smile. “Of course! I wouldn’t miss a moment with you two,” he replied, stepping forward. Yet, as he glanced at Lucifer beside you, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face.

“Lucifer,” Diavolo said, maintaining his composure, “I hope you’re treating her well.”

Lucifer’s expression was stoic, but there was a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. “Always,” he responded, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Unbeknownst to you, Diavolo’s heart ached at the unspoken love he felt for you. He admired how effortlessly you brought light to his world, but the reality of your engagement to Lucifer loomed over him like a shadow.

“You deserve all the happiness in the Devildom,” Diavolo said, his voice slightly wistful. “Even if it’s not with me.”