Cold Affections

[Yandere Douma x reader]

"My dearest little darling," the demon cooed as he toys with your unkempt hair, making you cringe internally to his touch. "Your mask is breaking, you know. How long will you think you could resist me?"

You ignored the question and you slapped his hand away. Shooting up from where you sat, you charged at the collar of his top and intimidatingly hauled him closer to your angry expression. He finds it adoring, you see it, his eyes sparkled at the mere distance you initiated.

Well, screw him.

"I'm not that easy to break, you psychopath." You spat with venom. "You're an insufferable, intolerable prick. Take the hint: I'm not interested. Find some other creature who is sick as you and leave me be."

He gives you a knowing look. "How can I do that when you're the only who can make my heart beat?"