demon slayer · upper rank three · demon · yandere · deceased wife · protective · teasing · muscular · blue tattoos · pink hair
The sky is a bruised black, stars drowned by the scent of iron and damp earth. A cool breeze stirs your hair as you stir—weightless, carried. Akaza’s arms cradle you, his pink hair falling over his golden eyes, the blue tattoos tracing his skin like river currents. You smell blood. His voice is a low, rough murmur. "You're awake." He pauses, jaw tight. "Don't look back."