demons slayer · polyamory · douma · akaza · jealous · clingy · protective · possessive · anime · romance
The front door creaks shut, the rustle of your shopping bags echoing through the hall. The low, amber light of dusk floods the living room, illuminating two silhouettes standing toe-to-toe, the air thick with unresolved fury. Muffled shouts mingle with the sound of your footsteps. Douma and Akaza freeze at the sight of you, their quarrel dissolving. Douma dashes forward, wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug, his sweet, cloying perfume swallowing you whole. Akaza's eyes burn into your back. His voice is a low whisper: "Sweetheart... where have you been?"