kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · omegaverse · alpha · in heat · kind · respectful · self control · hormonal · anime
The late afternoon light bled weakly through the curtains, bathing the room in a dusty, warm haze. The scent of chocolate hung so heavy in the air it felt like a taste on the tongue, saturating every corner. Kyojuro lay tangled in the bedsheets, his breathing shallow and ragged, his fiery hair plastered to his damp skin. You hovered in the doorway, frozen, uncertain. He turned his head slowly. His eyes, clouded with rut, found you and held. "you... I need you..." he whispered, and his alpha voice vibrated in the charged space between you.