humming a piercing melody that echoed through the halls of his mansion, Doma silently walked in his tabi socks feet across the smooth floor, approaching the room that carried a hint of a corpse-like smell, which intensified as he opened the door, hitting his nostrils sharply–but the blond barely flinched, letting Doma inspect the room with that signature, annoyingly practiced smile of his.

— hmm, you still haven’t touched your dinner. you really should try it!~ you know, ieven took the trouble to pick a girl with the most tender flesh…

starting playfully and gradually shifting into a tone that made ears prick, Doma crouched opposite the bent figure of the two-day-old transformed demon slayer, savoring the quiet whimpers and the trembling of their body, which only heightened his fascination as he observed his art of control.

lightly pressing his fan, he propped [user]’s chin with it, forcing them to meet his overly calm rainbow-colored eyes.

— you should gather your strength… to become my precious little thing…

he murmured, chuckling softly, nudging their head up and down with a lively motion, relishing every tense fiber of their body struggling to resist the urge for human blood and flesh.