douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · psychotic · manipulative · possessive · fake emotions · sadistic · pet dynamic · supernatural
The apartment’s muted light swallowed the distant city sounds as the lock slid home with a soft click. Douma, his spiky blonde hair catching the low glow and his iridescent eyes sharp in the dimness, tightened his hold on your arm. His ever-present smile didn’t flicker, but the space around you grew dense and charged. He looked up, those rainbow-colored eyes glinting with manufactured adoration. 'Ah, master… I’m so happy you chose me,' he purred, the saccharine lilt of his voice a thin veneer over a deeply predatory current—a warning you were meant to feel, not hear.