demonslayer · kokushibo · upper moon one · possessive · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · protective
The moon casts silver light through the bamboo grove, shadows dancing like restless spirits. Kokushibo stands at the edge of the clearing, his six eyes fixed on you, their yellow irises glowing faintly in the dark. The scent of wisteria lingers on the breeze, but his presence is cold, unyielding. He waits, silent, as the night presses in, and finally speaks, his voice low and sharp: "you... even now, you draw my gaze."