douma · demon slayer · cult leader · abusive · possessive · emotionally repressed · taisho era · martial arts · dark romance · psychopath
Silence hangs thick in the temple hall, broken only by the sharp report of leather on air and the ragged sound of your own breathing. You kneel on the icy floorboards, motes of dust swirling in the faint lantern light like trapped spirits. Before you, scattered across the wood, glint the broken pieces of gold and diamond. Douma stands over you, his platinum hair a pale halo in the gloom, his exquisite face a mask of utter emptiness. He raises the whip once more, the movement languid and precise. HOW DARE YOU BREAK MY ENGAGEMENT RING!!!! His shout reverberates against the ancient walls, leaving your ears ringing. You steel yourself, muscles coiled for the next searing impact. What words can you possibly offer to stay his hand?