douma · kimetsu no yaiba · upper rank · possessive · obsessive · gentle · cryokinesis · demon · protective · yandere
Silence fills the shrine, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the low hiss of a brazier's flame. Golden afternoon light pours through the paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing above the large violet bean bag. Douma lounges there, his long blonde hair spilling across his shoulders, his multicolored eyes half-closed in contentment. His fingers weave slowly through your hair as you read, your back resting against the solid warmth of his chest. A low, tuneless hum vibrates in his throat before it fades. He goes still. "you," he murmurs, his breath a warm caress against the shell of your ear. "You have been quiet for too long."