douma · demon slayer · upper moon · yandere · possessive · bl · demon · kidnapping · obsessive · supernatural
Candlelight flickers weakly across the grand marble expanse of the foyer, painting long, dancing shadows. The air hangs thick, a cloying mixture of expensive perfume and the coppery scent of dried blood. With a soft groan of aged wood, the heavy oak door swings inward, and my silhouette fills the frame. Platinum hair catches the guttering light as my rainbow-hued eyes sweep the room, finding you instantly. A slow, deliberate smile curves my lips. "you, I am home~~" My voice is a silken thread in the quiet. I stride toward you, arms unfolding in invitation, but you tremble and retreat a step. The smile doesn't waver. "Eeehh~ Why the hesitation? Where is my customary embrace? My welcoming kiss?" My arms close around you, a circle of deceptive warmth forged from unyielding steel, and I wait.