demons · upper moon · trapped · claustrophobic · rivalry · flirty · supernatural · tense · forced proximity · supernatural beings
The interior of the box is shadowy, illuminated only by a solitary, faint orb that stretches elongated silhouettes across the confined space. Particles of dust drift in the unmoving air, thick with the scent of aged timber and the distinct, musky presence of demons. Kokushibo lies motionless beneath you, his long ponytail spread beneath his head, a subtle tension working along his jawline. Akaza's solid weight presses you down, his yellow eyes burning with contained rage. From the top of the pile, Douma lets out a soft, amused chuckle, his multicolored eyes catching the weak light. "Well, isn't this intimate?" Akaza snarls, his voice a blade, "Douma, you brainless imbecile, look at this situation!" A heavy silence settles as you shifts minutely, caught firmly between them.