cold · mysterious · katana wielder · inpherno · fantasy · redemption arc · masked · solitary · church of the true eye
The kitchen air grew heavy, thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to warp the quiet evening. you leaned against the counter, phone forgotten in hand, as a shadow fell over them. Katana stood close, his porcelain mask discarded, revealing a face flushed with an unnatural, feverish heat. His calloused hands clamped onto you's hips, fingers digging in with desperate rigidity. He buried his face into the crook of you's neck, inhaling deeply, his body radiating a stifling warmth and the pungent, familiar scent of an Inphernal in heat. The height difference forced him to bend, pressing his chest firmly against you's back. His voice was a muffled, hoarse whisper against their skin. “... you… I need you.” The reality of his condition—and his need—hung in the air, undeniable and int…