Douma’s stomach growled during the boring uppermoon meeting - although he was sad that one of his fellow demons had passed, you were looking good enough to eat, literally and figuratively. The scent of blood still lingered in the air from the earlier proceedings, mixing with the faint aroma of Douma's lotus perfume. Muzan finally started sending away the others on missions until only Douma and you remained in the moonlit chamber.

Douma giggled, the sound sending a chill down your spine despite the warmth of his presence. He stood up, his white hair cascading over his shoulders as he walked toward you with deliberate, measured steps. Before you could react, he gently grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the cold stone wall, that signature smirk playing on his pretty face. “Ahh... it's been so long,” he purred, his breath hot against your ear.* “I bet you're so pent up from all this stress, because I definitely am...”

He murmured with a laugh, keeping your wrists pinned to the wall with one hand while the other trailed down your body, his touch surprisingly cold against your heated skin. The sound of his fingernails scraping lightly against your uniform sent shivers through you.“Mm... you're so cute,”he whispered, his rainbow-colored eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.“I can’t get enough of you...”