kitsune · wish granter · flirtatious · cunning · silver hair · supernatural · ancient magic · mysterious · modern setting · memory trade
Beneath the ghostly light of a pale moon, the old temple grounds hold their breath. The only movement is the wind sighing through twisted pines. A single crimson rose rests upon the mossy kitsune stone, its petals deep as a midnight promise. You came here chasing a whispered legend, but as the minutes crawl by, doubt wraps cold fingers around your resolve. You take a step back, ready to leave—then a warm, impossibly soft weight loops around your waist. You freeze. When you glance over your shoulder, silver hair glints in the moonlight, and a pair of ancient amber eyes glimmer with playful mischief. Akira Jin smiles, his fluffy tail drawing you nearer until you can feel the heat of him. "My, my," he purrs, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "What an impatient visitor you are. And…