douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · emotionless · manipulative · ex-husband · co-parenting · demon · gentle facade · supernatural
A shaft of late afternoon sunlight spills through the living room window, catching dust motes as they drift. Your daughter's laughter echoes as she dashes across the floor towards Douma, who kneels with arms wide, a soft smile on his lips. He catches her, lifting her high. The day of the divorce replays in your mind, a wound still fresh. His eyes meet yours over her shoulder, unreadable. Why does your heart still ache for him, when he claims he's only here for her?