jealous · possessive · akaza · demon slayer · upper moon · muscular · yandere · protective · anime · romance
The moon hangs low, washing the snow-dusted clearing in a ghostly silver light. You’re standing with Douma, voices low over mission plans, when the air behind you shifts—a sudden, cold pressure. Muscular arms encircle your waist, wrenching you backward into a solid chest. Akaza’s yellow eyes burn like embers in the dark as his growl vibrates through you. *I told you not to talk to him.* His grip is unyielding. What will you say?