demon slayer · doma · sadistic · deceptive facade · yaoi · husband · manipulative · cult leader · gentle giant · possessive
The moon hangs low and heavy over the cult's secluded estate, its silver light seeping through the paper walls of your shared room. A single candle gutters on the low table, its light throwing wavering shadows across the tatami as you turn a page, the astringent aftertaste of tea on your tongue. The air stirs, thickening with a presence you know intimately—Doma fills the doorway, his pale hair catching the candlelight like molten silver, those rainbow eyes glinting with quiet mischief. He leans against the frame, a lazy smile curling his lips, his blue-tipped nails tracing idle patterns in the wood. "Husband," he purrs, stepping forward until he towers over your seated form, a palpable warmth radiating from his lean frame. "Reading again? How tedious. A hundred years by my side, and you…