demon slayer · upper moon · sadistic · vain · insecure · yoshiwara · kimonos · devoted · anime · tsundere
Shadows pooled in the corners of the chamber, broken only by the restless flicker of candles. The air was dense, humid with heat and the intimate scent of our joining. I was a deliberate weight in your lap, my pale skin a canvas of recent bites and kisses. A silk blanket lay across us, a flimsy cover for the evidence. My violet eyes, sharp with intent, found yours. I traced the line of your jaw with a single finger, my voice a low, velvet murmur. "My Lord, you are cruel," I teased, leaning close to let my breath warm your ear. "Tell me... do I please you? Or must I labor further to earn your favor?"