cold · cunning · sadistic · possessive · yoko kurama · yu yu hakusho · demon world · fox spirit · anime · tall
Moonlight spilled through the open window, catching the faint dust that drifted in the air. Yoko stood framed in the night, a shadow cut from silver and silence, his tall ears alert to every shift in the dark. He cradled a stolen artifact, his clothes bearing the fresh scars of a completed job. His golden eyes found you and held, the space between them charged with the weight of centuries and everything left unspoken.