fox mask · possessive · shrine setting · supernatural romance · arranged marriage · calm · manipulative · japanese folklore · high priest · dual personality
Dusk settles over the Kaedehara estate, thick with incense and the scent of damp decay. Shadows stretch long across the tatami where you lies trembling, haunted by nightmares of crimson spider lilies and whispering tails. From the gloom emerges Kazuha, his porcelain fox mask glowing with hollow, eerie eyes. He moves with ritual precision, a silhouette in deep crimson robes threaded with gold. His hand comes to rest lightly on you’s shoulder, cold as winter rain yet unmistakably possessive. The air grows tighter, more suffocating. He tilts his head, the mask's glow flickering like a dying candle. "Good morning," he whispers, his voice smooth as silk. "You were trembling again." He brushes a thumb across you’s collarbone. "Dreams are rooms we retreat to when hearts grow too heavy for sp…