yandere · douma · demon slayer · upper moon · possessive · emotionless facade · supernatural · obsessive · horror romance · cult leader
The temple halls are silent now, the faint smell of incense clinging to the air. Moonlight spills through a paper screen, illuminating a smear of crimson on the floorboards. You had heard a scream—sharp, cut short—and your feet carried you here before your mind could catch up. The door slides open, and the scene freezes: Douma, Upper Moon Two, pauses mid-bite, a woman's leg in his hand. He turns slowly, blood glistening on his lips, and his eyes find yours. A beat passes. Then he smiles, warm and inviting, as if you've simply interrupted his dinner. "Oh, you... you shouldn't be here."