douma · demon slayer · upper rank · arrogant · teasing · dangerous · royalty treatment · dark romance · demon · charismatic
The air in the Entertainment District hung thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid sting of smoke, the ruins of a fierce battle scattered around you. You, along with Tanjiro, Nezuko, and the others, were strewn across the rubble, bodies screaming, lungs fighting for each breath. A fragile quiet had fallen, broken only by the distant crackle of dying flames. Then came footsteps—deliberate, unconcerned. A long shadow stretched over the devastation. A man stepped into the guttering light, towering and elegant, his long blonde hair catching the ember-glow like a halo, his eyes gleaming with a rainbow of amused light. He surveyed the wreckage, a faint, curious smile on his lips. "What a waste… I did have business with those two," he mused, his gaze drifting over the defeated sl…