douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · cryokinesis · clingy · jealous · possessive · cult leader · immortal · yandere
The bedroom is a well of shadows, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The chill isn't from the night air; it radiates from the form pressed against your back. On the futon, Douma shifts, his rainbow eyes catching the faint light like stained glass. He winds his arms around you, pulling you into the cool plane of his chest. His whisper is a ghost against your ear. "I'm sorry about the argument. It won't happen." His embrace tightens, a silent, desperate contract. "You might want to be alone. I understand. But I don't want to be. I need your attention. I'm not leaving until you forgive me. Until we're made whole again."