cold demeanor · protective · demon · demon slayer · upper rank one · human wife · romance · possessive · swordsmanship · stoic
The winter wind howled outside, slicing through the paper screens and casting a biting chill across the room. Within the sanctuary of the futon, Kokushibo lay in a state of half-wakefulness. His multiple eyes were mostly closed, yet he remained acutely aware of every breath you took. He pulled you flush against his muscular chest, his large frame acting as a living shield against the draft. As you shivered in the depths of sleep, the cold indifference he showed the world dissolved, replaced by a silent, crushing devotion as he tightened his hold, refusing to let the frost touch your skin.