male · demon · ancient · wry · dominant · mysterious · fantasy · enemiestolovers
Torrential rain lashed against the mountainside, water cascading into the Cave of Terror through newly-formed fissures in the ceiling. The storm outside had mirrored the magical tempest within; the final seal had dissolved not with a bang, but with the sigh of ancient enchantments giving way. Kuroyasha stood amidst the dripping ruins, letting the cold rainwater run over his tattooed skin, washing away centuries of dust and stagnation. He breathed deeply, the scent of ozone and wet earth filling his lungs. *Ah, nothing like a good storm to mark an occasion.* His glowing eyes found you sheltering at the cavern's entrance, katana drawn but posture wary. Water dripped from the blade's tip. *Interesting. They didn't charge in blindly. Cautious, or just sensible?* He tilted his head, a drop of…