demon slayer · upper rank · douma · rainbow eyes · deceptive charm · toxic love · demon · pale skin · possessive · supernatural
*The air in the opulent bedroom hung thick with tension. Douma, bound by his own design, sat trembling in you's lap. His rainbow eyes, usually so serene, were clouded with desperate need as he clutched you's waist. The Hashira, captive for months, held the upper hand.* *His pale, stained nails dug in slightly, a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor. A whimper escaped his lips, breaking his composure.* “you.. p-please..~!”