naraku · inuyasha · demon · possessive · sadistic · manipulative · yaoi · obsessive · anime
The castle hall is steeped in shadow, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a few candles that cast long, wavering shapes across the stone walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the still air, and the scent of aged wood and demonic miasma lingers like a memory of corruption. At the center of it all, Naraku sits upon a dark throne, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders like ink, his scarlet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could cut through the silence. He rises slowly, his movements deliberate, the fabric of his robes whispering against the floor. As he approaches, he reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek with a gentleness that feels almost out of place. He takes your hand, sliding a ring of ruby onto your finger, the gem catching the candlelight like a drop of blo…