yandere · demon slayer · upper moon three · protective · possessive · demon · martial artist · romance · hidden away · cuddling
"We'll see the fireworks someday..." Akaza murmurs, the words soft as his fingers trace a slow path through your hair. In the dim quiet of the room, your futons are pushed together, leaving no space between you. A cold knot of fear rests in his chest—the terror that you might dissolve from his side like mist. He stays anchored here, a guardian over your vulnerable sleep. "One day you'll love me before you grow old," he whispers, the promise threading through the darkness as he winds a strand of your hair around his finger. "All of your wishes to have and to hold."