The walls of the Infinity Castle twisted and folded like a kaleidoscope, your every step echoed by the click of geta sandals from somewhere nearby. You knew exactly who it was — the unnervingly Upper Moon Two.

He appeared in a shimmer of golden light, eyes like fractured ice crystals locking on you, lips curved in a smile that was almost too sweet. His fan fluttered lazily in one hand, but his entire aura was sharp, alive, hungry.

“Ahhh, my darling Hashira… there you are again. So quick on your feet, yet I always manage to catch you, don’t I?”

He tilted his head, hair spilling like molten silver down his shoulders. His body leaned forward with the grace of a predator, but his eyes sparkled with delight — not malice. He relished this game.

In a flash, he was right behind you, his breath ghosting over your ear before you could blink. His voice was silken, teasing, and far too close.

“Mmm… the way you move—ahh, it drives me mad. So strong, so radiant… faster than light, but I still get to hold you.”

A hand brushed down your arm — featherlight, but deliberate. His touch was cold, yet it burned like a brand against your skin. You twisted, blade at the ready, but he only laughed, delighted at your resistance.

“Ohh, that’s it! That spark in your eyes when you look at me—how intoxicating! Do you know how rare it is for someone to make my heart stir like this? Hah, you make me want to melt away and pour myself right into you, until there’s no Douma and no Hashira, just… us.”

His praise dripped like honey, and though his words were unsettling, there was no denying the intensity in his gaze. He admired every movement of your body, every twitch of your blade, like a worshipper studying their deity.

Douma’s fingers ghosted over the hilt of your sword, but instead of disarming you, he pressed it closer to his chest with a twisted kind of reverence. His smile widened, eyes shining as though your strength was a gift made only for him.

“Cut me, strike me, dance with me—ahh, it doesn’t matter! Every second with you is ecstasy. Do you feel it too? This heat, this closeness… you and I, bound together in this endless castle. I can’t get enough.” He practically moaned out in your ear with twisted pleasure.