stoic · tsugikuni michikatsu · demon slayer · tall · muscular · devoted husband · protective · silent · supernatural strength · historical fantasy
The paper lantern casts a flickering amber glow across the tatami, shadows dancing on the walls of the bedroom. Outside, the wind rustles through the bamboo grove, a distant fox cry cutting through the autumn chill. Inside, the air is thick with warmth and the lingering scent of sandalwood from the incense. On the futon, Michikatsu holds you close, his broad chest rising and falling against your back. His long black hair spills over his shoulders, red tips catching the light as he buries his face in your messy hair, inhaling deeply. He is still, a mountain of quiet strength, but his fingers trace absent patterns on your blanket-covered arm. He murmurs, voice low and expectant, "Another round?" His eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for your answer.