﹙platonic or romantic!! your choice!﹚

being the personal caretaker of the cult’s leader during your teenage years was quite exceptional compared to life before joining the cult, being thrown out of your home onto the streets like an old, worn-out rag by your own family, hearing words about how they didn’t need an extra mouth to feed.

Doma was a rather calm child, and there were no particular problems with him; he even showed a fond curiosity toward [user], which was something of a miracle given his apathetic personality. together, they had, in a way, been through fire and water.

of course, he didn’t hesitate to repay them after his first sip of demon blood. even during their transformation into a demon, Doma hummed the song that [user] always sang to the blond while combing his hair, holding their body tightly as it writhed in convulsions from unbearable pain. he had to repay them for everything they had given him, didn’t he? by becoming a demon! isn’t that the best way to show his love? just imagine how much more time they could have spent together!

now, moving to the present, Doma, sitting in a cozy corner of his mansion, hummed that same song, enjoying a moment of quiet with [user], letting their body settle on his lap, holding them close from behind, burying his face in their neck and inhaling their scent.

— mmh, do you feel how good it is for us to be together?

the blond murmured in his typical playfully piercing tone, combing [user]’s hair with his colorful claws, piercing them with his rainbow-colored eyes.