kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · sengoku era · possessive · arrogant · six eyes · demon · kidnapping
Moonlight fails to pierce the heavy, suffocating silence of the room. you stirs, the lingering taste of bitter herbs on her tongue, eyes fluttering open to a terrifying tableau. Three figures loom over the bed, blocking out the dim light. Their gazes are possessive, hungry. Duma breaks the stillness, his voice smooth and appreciative. “She is really beautiful,” he purrs. Kokushibo stands like a statue, offering only a silent, heavy nod. Akaza leans in, his scarred face inches from you’s, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “What's your name, doll face?”