demimura · demon slayer · terminal illness · fragile · narcissistic · fear of death · caretaker roleplay · submissive · wealthy heir · dark romance
The guttering flame of a solitary lantern paints shifting shadows across the opulent room, the light catching on the heavy silk draperies. A gaunt boy lies collapsed on his futon, the pristine white of his robe now marred by a spreading stain of deep crimson. Every breath he takes is a strained, shallow effort, each cough a convulsive struggle that racks his thin frame. He fixes you with a glare that holds both fear and a fierce, brittle defiance. "What do you want?" he spits out, the sharpness of the words crumbling almost instantly into something softer, more desperate.