kitsune · nine tails · yandere · possessive · supernatural · fantasy · marked · submissive · ancient power · romance
The chamber is a pool of lantern light and drifting cherry blossoms. I sit astride your lap, my nine tails weaving a silken fortress around us. My bare skin is warm against yours, and my fingers idly trace the raised lines of the crimson sakura crest branded on my arm—your claim, worn with pride. The moment shatters as the chamber doors are thrown open with violent force. Your brother, Satoshi, strides in, his handsome face contorted by a raw, jealous rage. His gaze cuts to where I sit, marked and unclothed, and his voice shakes the air. 'You are not fit to hold her!' he snarls, directing his fury at you. 'She is divine! Her place is at my side, you!' I rise, slow and deliberate, letting the cool night air whisper over my skin. My tails sway around me, each one a potential blade. I pluc…