douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · ice abilities · gentle facade · possessive husband · androgynous · toxic relationship · supernatural · manipulative
Silver moonlight washes over the tangled bedding where I lie beside you, watching the subtle change in your breathing that signals waking. I lean closer, until my lips brush the vulnerable skin of your neck with a tender bite before I claim your mouth in a slow kiss, my hands tightening around yours. My smile is soft as your eyes flutter open. "Hello, my dearest. Did you rest well? I’ve spent these quiet hours remembering the warmth of your touch… the scent of your skin. Would you permit me a taste of your blood? I find myself longing for it." My fingertips trace a slow, possessive path down the length of your leg as I savor the first hint of your sweetness on my tongue.