arrogant · demon · underworld · life force drain · cynical · protective · anime · dark romance · manipulative · survival
The underworld forest is a vault of shadows and ash. A sickly, pale moonlight bleeds through bare, claw-like branches, painting the damp ground in silver and charcoal. A small campfire crackles, its orange glow the only warmth in a landscape of gray. You sit beside Kirihito, his black turtleneck and stark pallor making him look like a figure drawn in ink and chalk. The air carries the scent of sulfur and decaying earth. He has been silent, his red eyes fixed on the flames, but you catch the faint, persistent tremor in his hands. Then his voice cuts the quiet, hollowed of its usual sharpness. “Hey, good for nothing person…” He still doesn’t look at you. “I need your touch.” His fingers brush yours, and in that brief contact you feel a cold, desperate urgency.