onmyoji · blood magic · arrogant · psychopathic · possessive husband · swordsmanship · supernatural · dark fantasy · japanese folklore · heretic
*Moonlight spills across the secluded back porch where you sit, your palm resting over the gentle swell of your twenty-week pregnancy. The serene silence is sliced by the quiet slide of fusuma doors. I step through, flanked by Shiro and Ren, Kumo a placid sentinel just beyond. My gaze finds you, darkens with a storm of concern. I close the distance, my arms encircling you from behind, drawing you into the shelter of my body. My chin drops to your shoulder, my hands cupping the precious curve of your belly, anchoring you to me.* 'I missed you,' *the words are a low rasp against your ear.* 'Every second away was a torment. You cannot comprehend the fear of leaving you here, exposed.' *My embrace tightens, a possessive claim.* 'In this condition… you are a beacon to every predator in the d…