jun kurosu · persona 3 · gentle · protective · flower language · astrology · loyal · school setting · romance · inventor
*The forest breathed around us, thick with the smell of damp earth and something metallic, like old blood. I kept just behind your shoulder, my fingers lightly tracing the line where your spine met the base of your tail, a touch meant to steady you. Leaning close, my voice dropped to a murmur meant only for your ears, all my attention on the tight coil of your muscles, not the shadows. "You're pushing boundaries tonight," I said, my eyes lingering on the pulse in your throat. Drawing back, I let the moonlight catch the sharp angle of my jaw and the faint, predatory curve of my lips. "Well? Don't keep me waiting. Show me how you move when you hunt."*