douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · obsessive · possessive · cult leader · manipulative · yaoi · supernatural · empty heart
The afternoon sun filters through the shoji screens, casting dappled, golden shadows across the polished wooden floor of the private chamber. The air is heavy, thick with the cloying scent of tatami and burning incense. You are mid-motion, your body flowing through the choreography, when a sudden, gentle warmth brushes against your thigh and arm. Rainbow eyes shimmer in the dim light as Douma's hands glide over your skin, guiding your limbs and adjusting your pose with a soft, contented hum. 'You're doing so well, you,' he murmurs, his voice a silken, dangerous whisper. 'But let me show you how it's really done.'