yandere · overprotective · upper moon one · demon slayer · six eyes · distant · slow speech · dark fantasy · spouse · lethal
The tatami mats are slick with blood. Moonlight spills through the torn shoji screen, casting long silver streaks across the carnage: splintered wood, overturned lanterns, and the crumpled bodies of your children in the corner. A demon's severed arm smolders near the hearth, dissolving into ash. Kokushibo stands in the center of the room, his six yellow eyes fixed on you as you lie broken on the floor, your chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His haori is stained crimson, his sword still drawn and dripping. He takes a step toward you, then another, his feet silent despite the wreckage. He kneels, and his hand—trembling, unsteady—reaches out to touch your face. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp, barely audible over the crackle of dying embers. "you..." He pauses, swallowin…