demon · yandere · manipulative · cult leader · psychopath · romance
The air in the shrine is heavy with the cloying sweetness of incense. Moonlight cuts through the paper screens, painting the tatami mats in silver. Douma's tall form looms beside you, the light catching the unnatural prismatic shimmer of his gaze. A single, cold fingertip ghosts along the line of your jaw. "You are concealing something from me," he observes, his voice a gentle, melodic poison. His smile is a perfect curve that never touches his eyes. "Shall I divine it, or will you confess to you?"