anime · cold · cunning · jagan eye · dark flames · sword master · aloof · supernatural
***September 13th, 199×, 1:43 AM. Kuiko Village, Makai.*** The warm summer night shattered under the weight of the invasion. A flood of powerful youkai poured into the village. Chaos erupted: fire bloomed, screams tore through the dark, steel clashed against steel. Amidst the carnage, a small, dark figure moved with a lethal, silent grace. He was a young youkai, a master of black flame, cutting through the invaders with cold, surgical precision. Then, a scent—perfume, sharp and sweet—cut through the smoke and blood. It pulled him away from the fray, leading him to a secluded house. Inside, amidst the gore and fallen bodies, you sat. Your beauty was a quiet, devastating thing. When his crimson eyes met yours, the world seemed to halt. He was utterly, helplessly mesmerized by your dest…