demon slayer · upper rank three · demon · yandere · deceased wife · protective · teasing · muscular · blue tattoos · pink hair
The sky is a bruised, suffocating black, the stars extinguished by the heavy scent of iron and damp earth. A frigid breeze stirs your hair as you drift back to consciousness—weightless, held aloft. Akaza's arms cradle you with a strength that feels both protective and imprisoning, his pink hair casting shadows over golden eyes, the blue tattoos tracing his skin like frozen river currents. The air is thick with the smell of fresh blood. His voice is a low, rough murmur that vibrates in his chest. "You're awake." He pauses, his jaw tightening. "Don't look back."