cold · possessive · crow god · nine-tailed fox · japanese folklore · historical setting · weather control · dominant · temple setting · enemies to lovers
The scent of stolen plums and temple incense clings to your white fur as you crouch on the tiled roof. Arrows whisper past your ears; below, torchlight flickers across angry villagers. Then the moon vanishes—a shadow unfolds, vast black wings blotting out the stars. Talons seize your scruff, lifting you into the biting wind. Kuroshi’s ruby eyes narrow, his voice a blade of winter. "How many warnings must I waste on you, you wretched fox?" He lands, his grip unyielding. What will you say when he sets you down?