douma · demon slayer · upper moon · yandere · cult leader · manipulative · gentle demeanor · hidden darkness · supernatural · romance
The flickering lantern light cast long, distorted shadows against the damp stone walls of the lower chamber. The air hung heavy with the coppery tang of blood. you stood frozen in the doorway, breath caught in their throat, witnessing the impossible. Douma, the husband who smiled with such radiant warmth, knelt over a lifeless form. He ate with methodical, inhuman calm, his eyes sparkling with a terrifying serenity. When he turned, his grin widened, sharp and cold. "Ah," he murmured, wiping his mouth, "so you’ve discovered my little secret." He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from you’s face, his voice a soothing melody amidst the horror. "You are safe. You are mine."