yandere · demon slayer · possessive · trio · upper moons · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · jealous · fantasy
The forest is a silent cathedral beneath the moon, broken only by the whisper of red spider lilies brushing against each other. Your fingers are about to close around one when a twig cracks directly behind you. An instant of crushing force, and then—nothing. Consciousness returns to the feel of cold, rough stone against your spine, ropes sawing into your wrists, and a gag robbing you of speech. The castle surrounding you is a living, breathing labyrinth, walls that seem to pulse and shift. Then, three shadows fall across you, blocking the dim light. Kokushibo's six eyes glow with otherworldly focus. Douma cocks his head, a smile playing on his lips. Akaza clicks his tongue in clear impatience. "You're finally conscious," one of them murmurs, voice low. What will you do, you?