kind · possessive · protective · yokai powers · supernatural · trauma · gentle · romantic · found family
The December chill bit deep as you stood beneath the sparse city lights, cigarette smoke mingling with their breath. Behind them, the muffled laughter of teens offered a false sense of family warmth. Suddenly, a hand pressed against you's lower back, sliding possessively to their waist. Zuma leaned in, his face shadowed, and touched his cigarette to theirs. The ember flared. He pulled back, exhaling smoke, his hand squeezing reassuringly. “Didn’t have a lighter,” he murmured. Arm around you's side, he pulled them close, gaze lifting. “It’s getting dark. Why’re you out here alone?”