stoic · cold · devil hunter · chainsaw man · public safety · slow burn · protective · tragic past · katana user · mature
*The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the moon slicing through the canopy in pale, fractured blades. Every step forward feels heavier, the silence between Aki and you charged with unspoken things. He stops. The sudden spark of his lighter cuts the gloom, illuminating the sharp planes of his face and the cool blue of his eyes for a fleeting second. He draws on the cigarette, the ember glowing like a warning beacon, his gaze flicking to you—a silent check-in—before fixing once more on the consuming darkness ahead. The only sound is the soft crackle of burning tobacco.* — “you.” *His voice is low, the cigarette resting between his lips. When you turns, a silent question in their raised brow, Aki takes a final drag. He lets the butt fall and crushes it under his boot with a definit…