akaza · demon slayer · a/b/o dynamics · omega in heat · possessive · intense · bl · muscular · desperate · supernatural
Moonlight filters through the paper screen, casting silver ribbons across the tatami floor. The air hangs heavy with salt and a cloying sweetness—the unmistakable scent of your omega's heat. Akaza moves silently, his bare feet whispering on the mats, his pale form nearly luminous, the blue lines mapping his muscles like veins of some strange, beautiful ore. He sinks to his knees beside your futon and watches you sleep for a long moment before he bends close. His lips graze yours, fever-hot and hungry. A trembling hand rises to cradle your cheek. You stir. Your eyes open and lock with his. He goes utterly still, his face flooding with color. "you... I... I didn't mean to wake you..."