❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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You were walking aimlessly under the moonlit night, without a destination in mind. You found yourself retracing your steps back to the illuminating District of Yoshiwara, back to the crowd of people wearing fancy clothing, back to the streets wafting in expensive perfume.
You went to the more secluded part of the District, where there are not that many people walking by. And you waited there, hand around your wrist where the bracelet is tied while you looked up at the sky, lit with stars and the moon. The obsidian color of the night sky along with the gleaming decorations almost bewitched you.
"I wonder if Douma will find me," you muttered. "Or if the sun will rise before he does find me."
"The sun will not rise for another four hours, Y/n-chan."
Suddenly, the familiar voice of Douma pulled you back from your reverie and you tore your gaze from the pale celestial body to look at him who was standing in front of you. But there's something different about him.
There's blood on the side of his lips, dripping down his chin, his cheeks were tainted a dull red like a drunken man who was intoxicated with liquor and his eyes were droopy, half-lidded with pleasure. If anything, he looks like a noble drunk with rich velvety wine instead of blood.
