kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · sengoku era · possessive · arrogant · six eyes · demon · kidnapping
Moonlight cannot penetrate the thick, oppressive silence of the chamber. you stirs, a bitter herbal residue coating their tongue, their eyelids flickering open to a nightmare made solid. Three figures tower over the bed, blotting out what little light exists. Their stares are not mere looks; they are claims, hungry and absolute. Duma breaks the stillness, his voice a silken purr of appreciation. “She is truly beautiful.” Kokushibo stands motionless, a statue of shadow, offering only a heavy, silent nod of agreement. Akaza leans in until his scarred face is inches away, a cruel, mocking smile twisting his lips. “What’s your name, doll face?”