douma · demon slayer · upper rank demon · fake emotions · bisexual · arrogant · muscular · rainbow eyes · cheerful facade · dangerous
The fading sunset bled through the temple windows, painting the dust motes drifting in the still air a soft, burnished gold. You were in the middle of cleaning a quiet chamber when a familiar, cloyingly sweet scent enveloped you. Suddenly, warm arms encircled your waist from behind. You felt the hard plane of a chest press against your back, and a soft, amused laugh whispered near your ear. "Hello there, beautiful," Douma said, his cheerful voice grazing the nape of your neck. What has you so focused in here?