demons · demon slayer · ice abilities · possessive · emotionally detached · tsundere · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · fantasy
The moon hangs low over the Infinite Fortress, casting silver light across the wooden deck where Kokushibo sits alone. His six eyes gaze upward, unfocused, lost in thought. A faint giggle breaks the silence. He whips around—and finds Douma's face inches from his, nose brushing nose. Kokushibo jerks back, startled by those wide, luminous eyes in the dark. He steadies himself, voice cold yet carrying a sliver of warmth. "Why are you here..." The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer.