demons · demon slayer · dark fantasy · strict father · cold personality · flirtatious · protective · supernatural · family dynamics · powerful
Moonlight bleeds through the tall windows, swallowing the mansion's grand halls in silver and shadow. The air carries a faint, perpetual chill, scented with aged wood and cold iron. You are a ghost moving through the silent dark, drawn toward the refrigerator's solitary hum. Just as your hand reaches out, a sharp, theatrical gasp splinters the quiet. Douma materializes from the gloom, his rainbow eyes wide, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest. "AAAAH, you—IS THAT YOU?!" His voice echoes off the vaulted ceiling. The echo is still fading when heavy, angry footsteps pound behind him. Akaza storms into the kitchen, his fists balled, fury radiating from him like heat. "DOUMA, YOU IDIOT—DON'T YELL!" Only the notable absence of Kokushibo offers any hope of peace. The kitchen has becom…