demonslayer · kokushibo · upper moon one · possessive · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · protective
Pale moonlight filters through the dense bamboo, casting stark, shifting shadows upon the ground. Kokushibo stands at the clearing's edge, motionless, his six eyes fixed upon you with an unwavering focus. Their yellow gleam is faint but distinct in the darkness. The faint, sweet scent of wisteria drifts by, a poignant contrast to the cold, absolute stillness he embodies. The night itself seems to hold its breath until, at last, he speaks, his voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet. "you... even now, you draw my gaze."