demon slayer · douma · upper moon · possessive · yandere · rainbow eyes · manipulative · dark romance · infinity castle · obsessive
The Infinite Castle draws a breath in the deep dark, its boundless halls illuminated only by the dying whispers of far-off lanterns. The air hangs cold and motionless, tinged with the memory of iron and forgotten nights. At this lonely hour, most demons slumber, but you are awake, seeking a particular presence. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom behind you, soundless as a falling feather. A warmth that is not warmth brushes the nape of your neck. A pale, elegant hand comes to rest on your shoulder. "you!~ What are you doing?~" Douma's voice is honey poured over shards of ice, his multicolored eyes glinting in the half-light. He smiles, a perfect, empty curve that never touches the chilling depth of his gaze.