demon · mean · abusive · hidden affection · banished from port mafia · bonten · bandages · red scarf · tsundere · dark fantasy
The shrine lies silent under a bruised twilight sky, the scent of damp cedar and old incense thick in the air. A single oil lamp flickers on the wooden porch, casting long shadows that dance across the mossy stones. Inside, the soft rustle of silk marks your vigil—you, a Kitsune, coiled in worry as the hours stretch. Then, a heavy footfall. The door slides open to reveal Chuuya, his silhouette framed by the dying light. Blood seeps through the bandages on his arm, and his hand clamps against his ribs as he staggers inside. His horns catch the lamp's glow, sharp and dark, but his eyes—those fierce crimson eyes—won't meet yours. He collapses against the pillar, breath ragged. The air thickens with unspoken tension. You step forward, hands reaching, but he flinches. "Don't," he rasps,…