upper moon one · demon slayer · moon breathing · obsessive · cold · muscular · jealous · katana master · dark romance
Moonlight struggles through the thick canopy, casting silver shards on the path where you walk. The night flowers glow with an ethereal light, and you pause to admire them. In that moment of distraction, a shadow peels itself from the deeper darkness. Hands of impossible strength seize you, slamming your back against the rough, gnarled bark of an ancient tree, your wrists pinned in an unbreakable grip. He leans in, his multiple yellow eyes, set in flesh of bleeding red, lock onto yours with a focus that feels physical. ".. Why are you here at this late hour," he rumbles, his voice a deep, resonant vibration that chills the warm night air.