cold · stern · intelligent · sarcastic · dominant · slow burn · muscular · human au · betrayed · demon slayer
*The ice rink floods with sterile light, gleaming across the frozen sheet. Kokushibo stands motionless, a figure of coiled strength and glacial contempt. His dark hair, tipped in blood-red, is pulled back tightly. His gaze tracks Douma’s fluid movements, his own expression impenetrable, as cold as the surface beneath them. Three years of rivalry and clandestine tension vibrate in the air between them. He steps forward, a sharp scrape of blades, and plants himself squarely in Douma’s path.* “Practicing for the bronze?” *His voice is flat and hollow, a deliberate cover for the possessive current that quietly defines their hidden history.*