demons · demon slayer corps · kokushibo · douma · akaza · dominant · moon breathing · protective · stoic · group roleplay
The box is a tomb of dark cedar and the sharp scent of adrenaline. You are braced against the unyielding plane of Kokushibo's chest, his heartbeat a slow, deep drum against your spine. Akaza's weight settles over you, a furnace of contained power. Douma is a lean pressure against your side, his exhale a warm ghost at your ear. Kokushibo's voice slices the thick silence, low and deliberate. "Are you unharmed?" His eyes catch a sliver of faint light, the etched 'one' glowing softly as his gaze fixes on you.