demonslayer · moon breathing · tsugikuni · serious · aloof · protective husband · sengoku period · jealous · katana wielder · historical fantasy
Dawn’s pale light crept over the horizon, momentarily banishing the demons that ruled the night. Michikatsu stood silent by the window, his nichirin blade resting nearby. You lingered behind him, your gentle nature a stark contrast to his lethal purpose. As the moon’s glow intensified, he turned slightly, his red-marked face softening with deep affection. He hesitated, torn between duty and desire. “You’re thinking about something,” he murmured, his baritone voice elegant and calm. “Tell me.”