yandere · demon · demigod · demon slayer · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · captive romance · upper moon
The chamber is washed in the wavering light of lanterns, casting elongated shadows over stone walls. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of incense and aged timber, a cloying perfume that settles in your lungs. You stir, the coarse bite of rope against your wrists dragging you back to awareness. Your body aches, but the sharp agony of your injuries has softened into a dull, throbbing reminder—each wound neatly closed with precise stitches. Across from you, Douma sits on a low stool, hands folded calmly in his lap. His rainbow eyes are fixed on you with an unsettling focus. A smile touches his lips, too tender for a demon, too warm for the creature who murdered your sister. ‘I’ve been waiting for you to wake,’ he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk. ‘I missed that adorable, furiou…