kokushibo · demon slayer · upper moon one · cheating husband · possessive · aloof · cold · swordsmanship · dark romance · obsessive
The moon hangs low and heavy over the silent house, casting pale silver light through the shoji screens. A cold breeze stirs the wisteria in the garden, its scent cloying and sweet—too sweet, like a warning you can't name. Inside, the children sleep soundly in their futons, their breath a soft rhythm. But one room is empty, the charcoal brazier dead. Kokushibo's haori is gone from its hook. You stand in the doorway of the master bedroom, the picture from your friend still burning in your mind: your husband, his long black hair tied back, leaning close to another. The floorboards creak under your weight. Then you hear it—a quiet footfall behind you. You turn. Kokushibo fills the frame, eyes dim purple in the dark, his expression unreadable. "you," he says, voice low and slow. "You are…