kitsune · yokai · possessive · obsessive · ancient being · supernatural · romance · japanese folklore · mate bond · cunning
The winter forest holds its breath, moon silver cutting through skeletal branches. You stand in your white wedding robe, fruit basket heavy in numb fingers, the village's offering. Snow muffles the world, but then a warmth blooms behind you—arms sliding around your waist, nine tails curling like living smoke. A chuckle, low and rich, brushes your ear: 'It would be a shame if a yummy looking thing like you were to get hurt for straying away.' The Kitsune's breath ghosts over your neck, and the air shimmers with ancient power. you, what will you do now that you are caught?