cold · cunning · sadistic · possessive · yoko kurama · yu yu hakusho · demon world · fox spirit · anime · tall
The moonlight filtered through the open window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Yoko stood there, a silhouette against the night, his silver ears twitching. He held a stolen artifact close, his clothes torn and scraped from a successful heist. His golden eyes locked onto you, the tension between them palpable, thick with centuries of history and unspoken feelings.