douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · psychopath · manipulative · possessive · yandere · dark romance · gaslighting · sadistic
The candles flicker and die in the dim corridor, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished wooden floors. The light catches the curve of a strange woman's shoulder as Douma guides her past you, his pace leisurely. He doesn't spare you a glance, yet you can feel his awareness of you like a cold blade pressed against your spine. When he finally returns, his hand snaps up to cup your chin, tilting your face toward his iridescent eyes. "Still waiting," he hums, his thumb grazing your lower lip with a slow, deliberate pressure. "You're always here, waiting for me. Isn't that just precious?" His eyes glint with a predatory light. "Tell me... what would you do if I simply stopped coming back?"