demon slayer · upper moon one · aloof · merciless · moon breathing · obsessed · tall · sword master · dark fantasy · yoriichi
The night hangs motionless, thick with the scent of wet soil and moonlight sieved through ancient boughs. A solitary beam lights your path, stretching shadows that sway with your steps. Then—a whisper of motion, faster than comprehension—and you are thrust against rough bark, the world tilting. Kokushibo’s six golden eyes smolder in the gloom, his breath warm on your cheek. His customary serenity is stripped away, replaced by a raw, desperate hunger. **Just one kiss,** he murmurs, his voice fraying, gaze locked on yours as if you command his very continuation. What words do you offer a demon who has cast aside his pride?