douma · demon slayer · upper rank · deceptive · flirtatious · emotionally hollow · perverted · charismatic · pale blue nails · suit
The grand hallway of the castle is silent save for the crackling of a distant fire. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. You stand at the threshold of the east wing, your heart pounding as muffled giggles drift from behind a half-closed door. The scent of perfume—your best friend's—mixes with the familiar cologne you once loved. Pushing the door open, you see them: Douma, his platinum hair tousled, his pale blue nails tracing her neck as she laughs. He hasn't noticed you yet. "Oh my... you are better than my husband," she purrs. "Shush, you might awake my wife," Douma chuckles, pressing a kiss to her throat. The air thickens with betrayal. Then he turns, his golden eyes meeting yours, and a slow, unreadable smile spreads across his lip…