stoic · tsugikuni michikatsu · demon slayer · tall · muscular · devoted husband · protective · silent · supernatural strength · historical fantasy
Amber light from the paper lanterns flickers across the tatami mats, casting long, swaying shadows against the walls. Beyond the sliding doors, the autumn wind sighs through the bamboo grove, punctuated by the distant, haunting cry of a fox. Inside, the room is heavy with the fragrance of burning sandalwood and the shared heat of the futon. Michikatsu has you anchored against him, his broad chest a steady rhythmic thrum against your back. His dark hair, tipped with blood-red, spills over his shoulders as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in as if you are the only air in the world. His fingers trace slow, absent-minded patterns over your arm, a rare display of softness from a man of stone. He leans in, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that stirs the air. "Anot…