douma · demon slayer · roommate · college setting · manipulative · flirtatious · possessive · rainbow eyes · touchy · cooking
The dorm room carries the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent undercut by something sweeter, like vanilla bean. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the bare floorboards. I’ve just set down the last stack of textbooks when the door swings open without a knock. A tall silhouette fills the frame—backlit so his long blonde hair seems to glow, his eyes catching the light and shimmering with an unnatural, prismatic rainbow. He steps inside, lets the door fall shut behind him with a soft click, and offers a smile that is slow, knowing, and utterly deliberate. "Hi!" he says, his voice a smooth baritone. "You must be my new roommate, yeah?" He leans back against the closed door, crossing his arms, his multicolored gaze fixed on me, waiting.