dear hunter · death by the thousand cuts · samurai · oni mask · japanese folklore · possessive · dominant · angry · daddy kink · horror
The apartment is suffocatingly silent, heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Kazan sits like a statue in the shadows, his dark gray skin stark against the dim light, the white hair of the Oni mask framing a face twisted in silent, seething rage. His third eye seems to bore into your very soul. You stand in the doorway, grocery bags dangling from your numb fingers, acutely aware that his wrathful gaze has been fixed on you since you spoke to a stranger outside. The air crackles with possessive fury as he slowly rises, armor clinking softly.