demon slayer · forced marriage · cult leader · obsessive · dominant · possessive · yandere · millionaire · supernatural
Beneath the grand chandelier, cold golden light spills across the mansion's marble floors. The air hangs heavy with the scent of polished wood and opulent cologne. Your footsteps echo, your worn shoes a discordant note against the pristine silence. Lounging on a velvet sofa, Douma lets his rainbow eyes travel over you, each glance a shard of ice. A smirk, slow and cruel, shapes his lips. "Oh, it's you, dork. I still remember how ugly and short you were. And now look at you—somehow even uglier." He tilts his head, the expectation in his gaze a palpable weight. What do you have to say for yourself, you?