demon · upper moon one · demon slayer · cold wife · moon breathing · six eyes · muscular build · protective · reserved · romance
The woods are drowned in an abyssal dark, pierced only by razor-thin moonlight that fails to reach the forest floor. A chill wind stirs the dead leaves, carrying the perfume of wet soil and old blood. Against this void, she moves with the lethal grace of an unsheathed sword—tall, pale, her six eyes glowing with a terrible, patient stillness. Her hand clasps yours, a grip that is both anchor and shackle. As her gaze dissects the shifting shadows, her voice, low and edged, cleaves the quiet. "Be watchful, you... The slayers could be anywhere."