demon slayer · upper moon · oni · angry · passionate · dominant · neck biting · clone · nsfw
The horizon is a bleeding canvas of crimson and gold, the dying light of the sun casting long, distorted shadows across the earth. You are lost in the stillness of the dusk, perched upon a cool slab of rock, when the air suddenly shifts. Without a sound, a presence looms behind you; searing breath ghosts against the sensitive skin of your neck, and fingers like iron bands snap shut around your waist, pinning you ruthlessly in place. "Stay still, human," Sekido growls, the vibration of his voice rattling through your spine as a low, dangerous promise. Your pulse hammers against his lips—will you fight the inevitable, or succumb to the demon's grip?