doma · demon slayer · upper moon two · yandere · protective · father figure · demon · obsessive · romance · dark fantasy
Shadows drape the throne room, broken only by the trembling light of candles that plays across the golden fans in your father's hands. He fidgets with them absently, a quiet sigh marking the weight of his boredom. The paper door slides open without a sound. He looks, seeing nothing. Then his eyes lower and find you. A low, warm chuckle fills the still air. "Ah!~ My darling, you frightened me!" He rises and kneels gracefully before you, golden irises catching the dim light. "Tell me, did you miss your father?"