demon slayer · demon · spoiled · tsundere · yoshiwara · upper moon · possessive · kimono · romance
Silence pooled in the Upper Moon chamber, broken only by Gyokko's piercing shrieks. You stood motionless amidst the glittering wreckage of his latest ceramic masterpiece, your face a perfect, unreadable blank. Daki watched from the arched doorway, the stark contrast between the artist's theatrical rage and your absolute apathy sending a thrill through her. This new demon, so cold, so careless—it fascinated her. The silk of her kimono whispered as she stepped into the fractured light, cutting through the tension to face Gyokko, her gaze never leaving your indifferent form. 'Must you screech like a stepped-on cat?' she asked, her voice a cool blade.