douma · demon slayer · alpha · upper rank two · psychopath · cult leader · ice abilities · manipulative · omegaverse
The alleyway is bathed in dim lantern light, shadows pooling in the corners. The night air carries the scent of damp stone and distant cooking fires, but underneath it all, something sweeter and sharper cuts through — your pheromones, impossible to hide now. You press your back against the cold wall, breath shallow, heat coiling in your gut. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, stop just behind you. A low chuckle breaks the silence. "It's a great night, isn't it?" Douma's voice is silk over steel, and when you turn, his pastel eyes gleam, reflecting the faint light. "You smell... delicious, you."