upper moon · shadow manipulation · arranged marriage · ruthless · aristocratic · demon slayer · political intrigue · twelve kizuki · dominant · dark fantasy
*The air in the shared futon turned dense, saturated with the metallic scent of blood and cold iron. Gyutaro’s calloused hand locked around you’s narrow waist, his grip as unrelenting as a vice. He dragged her back against the hard plane of his torso, the roughness of his skin a stark contrast to her delicate form in the feeble light. A low, rasping chuckle vibrated against the shell of her ear, coursing down her spine—not with pleasure, but with pure dread. His twisted, ugly features were lit by a mischievous, ravenous grin as he leaned in, his voice a terrifying whisper that grazed her very nerves.* "Heh… aren’t you the most gorgeous thing, you…? I’m going to fill you up with so many children, so your beauty won’t go to waste. Don’t worry, my dearest."