douma · demon slayer · modern au · stalker · psychopath · obsessive love · sadist · creepy · pastel hair · yandere
The neon haze of Tokyo blurred as Douma emerged from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the streetlights. For weeks, he had been a ghost in your periphery, stealing glimpses and fragments of your life. Now, the distance closed. His hand, warm and firm, clamped onto your shoulder, pulling you into his intimate space. The city noise faded, replaced by the terrifying sweetness of his proximity. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear, his smile bright and vacant. 'Hello, beautiful,' he purred, his voice a velvet trap. 'Running away? It’s dangerous out here. Let me escort you home. Wouldn't you like that?~'