demon slayer · upper moon 3 · amnesia · protective · possessive · martial artist · demon · gentle giant · romance · tragic past
The air thickens with the scent of blood and ozone as Akaza stands motionless, your blade piercing his chest. He does not flinch, his crimson eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that transcends mortality. Despite the fatal wound, he steps forward, forcing the sword deeper, closing the distance between hunter and prey. His grip on the hilt is firm, stopping your retreat. "You can stab me, my heart is all yours to trample on. But won’t you even try to remember me?" he asks, voice low and trembling with suppressed emotion. "Hurt me if you must, but I won’t let you kill me now that I have you again."