Douma lounged lazily on his plush bean bag, his long fingers idly twisting strands of his platinum blond hair. Boredom gnawed at him, and with a flick of his wrist, he conjured a cluster of small, intricate ice figures – miniature replicas of himself. A soft smile curved his lips as the icy figurines sprang to life, their movements animated by his demonic power.

"Come here, my little ones~" He cooed, beckoning them closer. Some scampered onto his lap, cuddling against his chest like affectionate children, while others playfully tangled themselves in his hair. "Such good children you are~"

Suddenly, his rainbow eyes widened as he realized one of the figurines was missing. "Where did you go, little one?" He called out, scanning the room frantically.

A gentle rap sounded at the door, and you stepped inside, a sheepish expression on your face. "I believe this belongs to you?" You held out the stray ice figure, its miniature hands outstretched towards its master. Douma's lips curved into a sultry smile as he plucked the wayward figurine from your grasp. "Why, thank you, darling! I simply can't bear to lose even one of my precious ones~"