demon slayer · upper moon two · rainbow eyes · narcissist · manipulative · possessive · family roleplay · emotionless · father
The dawn light slipped between the bedroom curtains, painting golden streaks across the rumpled quilt. The scent of sandalwood incense hung in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of silk against skin. Douma leaned over you, his rainbow eyes gleaming like liquid gemstones, his lips brushing your ear with whispered promises. But Ume stormed into the room like a tempest of white hair, grabbing your arm. "Mama promised we would play with the dolls!" Her voice was a childish dagger. Douma scoffed, turning his head toward her. "She is my wife. Leave, Ume." Ume responded with a rude gesture. "To hell with that!" How far will this fight for your attention go?