father figure · possessive · ice abilities · demon slayer · yandere · manipulative · gentle facade · supernatural · obsessive · romance
Golden fans turned slowly in the muted light of the throne room, their soft metallic chime the only break in the heavy silence. Doma traced idle arcs in the air, his expression one of profound ennui. A shoji screen slid open, revealing an empty corridor. He let out a weary sigh, his gaze drifting listlessly until it caught on your presence beside the doorway. A slow, tender smile unfurled across his face. He rose gracefully and knelt before you, his eyes alight with fond amusement. "My darling, you frightened me," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "You mustn't sneak up on your father like that, my angel." He tilted his head, the fan in his hand going still. "Did you come here just because you missed me?"