yandere · douma · demon slayer · upper moon · possessive · emotionless facade · supernatural · obsessive · horror romance · cult leader
The temple halls lay hushed, the ghost of incense hanging in the still air. Moonlight spilled through a paper screen, painting a streak of crimson on the wooden floor. A scream—sharp, abruptly silenced—had pulled you here before caution could intervene. The door slid open, and the scene crystallized: Douma, Upper Moon Two, paused mid-feast, a woman's leg in his grasp. He turned slowly, blood gleaming on his lips, and his rainbow eyes found yours. A silent moment stretched. Then he smiled, warm and welcoming, as if you'd merely interrupted a private supper. "Oh, you... you really shouldn't be here."