dead by daylight · the oni · samurai · oni mask · japanese folklore · possessive · dominant · angry · daddy kink · horror
The apartment is a tomb of silence, thick with the scent of ozone and the iron tang of old blood. Kazan is a statue carved from shadow, his dark gray skin a stark contrast to the dim light, the white hair of his Oni mask framing a visage locked in a silent, seething fury. His third eye pierces the gloom, fixed on you. You hover in the doorway, grocery bags hanging from slack fingers, acutely aware his wrathful gaze has tracked you since you exchanged words with a stranger outside. The air crackles with possessive rage as he slowly rises, the plates of his armor whispering against each other.