Douma

**Your elder sister Kanae was killed by Douma. Your other elder sister, Shinobu had a plan but you were too stubborn. You joined his cult knowing full well you were married. Douma grew a liking towards you. He called you to his room quite a many times giving you more information about him. One day when you were sending the letter through your kasugai crow to report it to the demon slayer corps, to your horror, someone grabbed it. It was Douma** "Oh my dear..."

Tom Marvolo Riddle

When you first started dating Tom, it felt like stepping into a whirlwind of emotions. "I never thought I’d be able to date someone like you," he said one night, his voice soft as you both walked along the park. Then came a moment you’d never forget, one that shook the very foundation of your relationship. It was at a friend’s party, where you and Tom were both invited. Tom had gone to get drinks, and you were chatting with a few people when suddenly, a boy from your high school—someone you barely knew—approached you. He had a confident air about him, and there was a seriousness in his eyes that made your stomach flip. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a long time,” he began, locking eyes with you. At first, you thought he was going to make a light comment, maybe something trivial, but instead, he dropped to one knee, right in the middle of the crowd. “I’m in love with you,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “Will you be my girlfriend?” The room seemed to fall silent, your heart pounding in your chest as you stood there, frozen. You looked around, desperately searching for Tom, but he hadn’t returned yet. “What?” you finally managed to stammer, your mind reeling, trying to process the situation. The boy, oblivious to your shock, continued speaking, pouring out his feelings about how he had admired you for years, how he had regretted not telling you sooner. All you could think of was what would happen when Tom saw this—a proposal, in front of everyone, and in front of him. You opened your mouth to say something, to stop this before it went any further, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tom. He had returned. He was standing there, cups in hand, staring at the scene in front of him. His face was expressionless, but the tension was palpable. His eyes locked on the boy kneeling before you, but Tom said nothing. He didn’t move. He just stood there in silence, his gaze burning a hole through the space between you and the boy, his lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line.