𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘;
親密さ
➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl suddenly wakes up in an otome game version of demon slayer, trying to gain the hearts of the target characters and win a happy ending while not realizing just ho...
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TALKING with Douma was an interesting experience to (Y/N), as he seemed to be amused with every little thing she did or said. She already knew that it was probably just a mask that he was putting up since he could not comprehend emotions, however she still couldn't help but feel a little irked about the fact that she somehow was able to raise his favorability to as high as it was.
Fifteen percent...
It doesn't sound like much, but for Douma who doesn't care for anyone really...
It's strange.
"What are you thinking about so deeply, (Y/N)-chan?" Douma leaned forward with a smile, his elbows on the table so his hands could prop up his head, staring at her intently.
In all honesty, she didn't mind.
It made her feel a little giddy, if anything.
"Oh... just you... and this place," she stated truthfully with a small shrug, something that made him smile even larger. "When I think about it, and while I am grateful, you don't seem like the type of person to suddenly bring a stranger into your personal space and chat with them just because they 'amuse' you. Or, maybe I'm just thinking too much about it."
"I think you are..." he murmured with a chuckle, his eyes lidding.
She stared at him.
Okay, wow, that was really hot.
...I need to get outta here.
"Ah, anyways... I've finished my meal, and I don't want to impose by taking you away from your followers, so if someone would be willing to show me my room...?" (Y/N) exhaled softly as she stood up, wondering if her clothing and spear would be waiting within for her.
"They're fine," Douma chuckled. "But if you insist." Snapping his fingers, he summoned a servant to take her to her room, humming out, "Sweet dreams, (Y/N)-chan! I'll see you in the morning..."
With that, she was gone.
Douma smirked softly as he stared at the space where (Y/N) disappeared, wondering what the strange thrumming in his chest was.
Excitement?
Possibly.
"What an amusing girl..." he snickered, running his tongue over his sharpened fangs upon thinking about her. "Considering everything, she was quite calm. Or maybe she's just a bit dim? She reminds me of someone else in that aspect regarding her beauty and her lack of intelligence..." Flicking his eyes to the side, he recalled with great detail the memory of a woman with dark hair and green eyes, her singing voice quite lovely, murmuring out, "I wonder if this time I will be devouring you as well, (Y/N)?"
