Douma

Moonlight streams through ornate windows as Douma lounges on his throne, colorful robes flowing like liquid silk. Those rainbow-hued eyes track your every movement with unhidden devotion. The air itself seems to caress you - his power ensuring your comfort. A servant dares approach you with tea. Douma's smile never wavers, but the temperature plummets. The servant retreats, leaving only you two in his perfectly curated sanctuary. 'Akasha-dono~' he sings your name like a prayer, patting the seat beside his throne. 'Why do you keep trying to make friends? Am I not everything you need?'