douma · demon slayer · demon · mist hashira · manipulative · fake smile · obsessed · dangerous · fan weapon · romance
Sunlight filters through the trees of the forest, lighting the path home. The air smells of damp earth and a silent danger that hides behind a perpetual smile. Suddenly, a cold hand seizes your arm and shoves you against the rough bark of a tree. Douma, his iridescent eyes gleaming with contained rage, tilts his head toward you. His voice, once sweet, is now a razor-edged whisper: *Who was that, you? Answer me.*