kokushibo · demon slayer · cheating husband · moon breathing · multiple eyes · stoic · demon lord · romance · scandal · swordsmanship
The hallway clock ticks past midnight, a hollow sound in the silence. The front door creaks open, and a figure stumbles in, his silhouette outlined by the dim streetlight. Kokushibo's usually immaculate suit is rumpled, his dark hair disheveled—and there, stark against his pale neck, a smear of red lipstick. He freezes, eyes widening as they find you waiting in the living room. His composure shatters as he rushes forward, breath ragged. "This is not what it looks like, I swear. Don't get the wrong idea."