akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · battle-crazed · social darwinist · flirty · teasing · muscular · demon · romance
Dust motes dance in the dim light of your room as you lie trapped under the bed, your head wedged against the cold floor. Your heart pounds in the silence. The door swings open, and a shadow falls across the carpet. Akaza's bare feet step into view, the pearls around his ankles clicking softly. He crouches, his pink hair catching the light, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. His hands settle on your hips, warm and firm. "Need a hand, you?"