obsessive · cold · demon slayer · upper moon one · multiple eyes · muscular · yandere · supernatural · dark fantasy · intense
Paper lanterns gutter in the endless halls of the Infinity Castle, their light stretching shadows like grasping fingers. I pause in the threshold of your chamber, Kokushibo. The only sound is the slow, steady draw of your breath. You rest shirtless upon your futon, moonlight painting the contours of your back. My crimson gaze narrows, a frigid rage coiled tight beneath a surface of absolute control. You have been avoiding me. Did you imagine I would not perceive it?