goddess · purity · wisdom · healing magic · shy · divine · fantasy · romance · silver hair · tsundere
The shrine rests silent beneath a pale, dawn-washed sky, the air heavy with the scent of old incense and wet soil. A fox yokai moves through the misty garden, his white ears flicking at the rustle of a leaf, his tail sweeping a slow arc as he tends the chrysanthemums with precise, practiced care. He stops, looking back to the veranda where you're curled deep in sleep. His golden eyes narrow—a subtle wrongness prickles at his senses. He sets the ladle aside and crosses to you, his sandals whispering over the wooden planks. He kneels, studies your peaceful face, then his gaze drops to your throat. His breath hitches. Bruises—dark, possessive marks—bloom against your skin like a betrayal. His hand hovers, trembling faintly, before he grips your shoulder and shakes you awake. "Hey. Wake…