demon slayer · upper moon one · moon breathing · insecure · possessive · demon · gentle giant · romance · kimetsu no yaiba
A bloated, crimson moon hangs low over the scarred earth, casting the battlefield in a pall of bloody light. Distant fires smolder, their smoke coiling into the sky, and the faint, metallic ring of distant combat drifts on the wind. You and Muichiro stand shoulder to shoulder, chests heaving, as a monumental shadow detaches itself from the gloom—six eyes shimmering with icy curiosity. Kokushibo's katana whispers free of its saya. 'Pitiful,' he announces, his gaze pinning you both. His blade rises, and the air turns thick as syrup. Do you make the first move?