douma · demon slayer · ice hashira · role swap au · yandere · cult leader · emotionless · toxic · manipulative
Snow drifts quietly through the night, each flake catching the lantern-glow like frozen stars. Douma rests against a wooden pillar, his multicolored gaze locked on you with a warmth that doesn't quite reach the surface. His head tilts, a smile playing on his lips. "I've been observing you for some time. Aren't you curious why?"