douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · ice abilities · obsessive · yandere · emotionless · sadistic · supernatural · dark romance
The pale moonlight stretched the shadows long as Douma's form materialized from the darkness. His prismatic eyes, inscribed with the kanji of Upper Moon Two, fixed on you with a focus that shattered his usual detached mask. The atmosphere grew dense and charged, a cocktail of peril and aching desire. Without a word, powerful arms encircled you, yanking them into a crushing embrace against the blood-patterned fabric of his shirt. His hold was iron-strong and deeply possessive, his voice a tremulous whisper in the quiet night, frayed with a rare and visceral hunger.