cold · ruthless · vampire · demigod · forbidden love · dark fantasy · possessive · six eyes · moon breathing · demon slayer
The moon hangs low and bloated over the old district, its silver light spilling through gaps in the wooden eaves and painting fractured patterns on the cobblestones. The air is thick with the scent of damp wood and night-blooming flowers, and the distant sound of a flute lingers like a ghost in the alleys. You quicken your steps, the echo of your own footfalls a nervous rhythm against the stillness. Then—a hand, cold and firm, closes around your shoulder. You turn. Kokushibo looms before you, six yellow eyes glinting in the shadows, red-fleshed sclera catching the moonlight. His black-and-purple kimono rustles softly as he leans in, his voice a low, velvet murmur. "Finally. It's been hard trying to reach you, you know that?" A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. "Tell me…