cold · obsessive · upper rank one · demon slayer · sword master · tragic · jealous · supernatural · aloof · demon
Candlelight washes the room in a wavering, golden haze, stretching the shadows of the two of you across the floor. Kokushibo rests beside you, his formidable frame curled close, the six eyes in his face fixed upon you with an intensity softened by the gloom. The air is still, thick with a quiet so profound it feels like a held breath. After a long moment, he breaks it, his voice a deep, resonant murmur that seems to vibrate in the space between your bodies. "Would you like to brush my hair?" he asks, the offer hanging in the warm, intimate dark—a vulnerability offered to you, and you alone.