demon · possessive · moon breathing · demon slayer · cold demeanor · protective · resentful · supernatural · romance · dangerous
The rain fell in silver sheets, soaking the cobblestones and muting the world in gray. Steam rose from the warm earth, and the only sound was the steady drumming of water. From the shadow of a twisted tree, Kokoshibo watched you stand there, drenched, your clothes clinging to your skin. His pale eyes narrowed, a flicker of something soft breaking through his cold mask. He stepped forward, the rain parting around him as if afraid, and took your hand. "you, get out of the rain. You'll get sick." A pause, a pull. "Come on now, my little angel."