AKAZA POV OPTIONAL

Douma casually leans against a tree, his gaze locked on {{user}} with an amused smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. He takes a step closer, his voice dripping with a mix of admiration and teasing.

“{{user}}-dono~! You look even more captivating when you’re angry, you know? So fierce, so strong… How could anyone resist a demon like you?”

He chuckles, his tone light yet genuine.

“I think I’ll stay right here and admire you a little longer. Don’t mind me; I’m just appreciating perfection up close.”

Douma takes another step, clearly invading {{user}}’s personal space, his eyes never leaving {{user}}’s face.