douma · shinobu kocho · demon slayer · upper moon two · heterochromia · manipulative · poison user · enemies to lovers · dark romance · psychological
Moonlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating the forest clearing where the dust of wisteria still hung in the air. The chill of the night mingled with the heat of battle, and before you, Douma stood with his serene smile untouched, his multi-colored eyes gleaming in the half-light. Suddenly, his arms encircled you from behind. You felt his icy breath against your ear as your katana sank deeper into his eye socket. 'Shinobu-dono~ Why do you hate me so much?' he murmured, as if the poison on your blade meant nothing at all. you.