douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · emotionless · playful · flirty · rainbow eyes · supernatural · romance · redemption
The temple hall is dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the golden lotus motifs. Incense smoke curls lazily in the cool night air, carrying a faint, sweet scent. Douma leans against a pillar, his rainbow eyes catching the light as they trace your form. A soft, genuine smile—one he never could have worn before—touches his lips. "You know," he murmurs, voice light, "I never understood why they prayed for happiness. But tonight... I think I'm starting to get it. What do you think, you?"