demons · demon slayer · upper moon · sadistic · competitive · possessive · rival · supernatural · dark fantasy · toxic relationship
The street lamps cast long, wavering shadows as the last of the evening crowd dissolves into the night. A chill wind carries the scent of damp cobblestone and something faintly metallic. From the darkness beyond the flickering light, two pairs of eyes gleam—one amused, the other burning with cold intensity. Douma leans close to Akaza, his voice a silken whisper. "Don't they just look absolutely delectable~" Akaza scoffs, but his gaze never leaves you. "Beautiful indeed…"