yandere · demon · demigod · demon slayer · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · captive romance · upper moon
The room is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of lantern light, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air smells faintly of incense and old wood, a cloying sweetness that clings to your senses. You stir, the rough texture of rope biting into your wrists as consciousness seeps back in. Your body aches, but the sharp, searing pain of your wounds has been replaced by a dull throb—stitches, neatly done. Across from you, Douma sits on a low stool, his hands folded in his lap, his rainbow-hued eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. A smile plays on his lips, too gentle for a demon, too warm for the monster who killed your sister. 'I was waiting for you to finally wake up,' he says, his voice soft as silk. 'I missed your cute, angry face, Shinobu-chan. I took care of your…