akaza · demon slayer · upper moon · devoted · protective · yandere · supernatural · romance · demon · jealous
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the faint sigh of wind through old-growth oaks. Moonlight spills through the canopy, painting silver lace across the moss and fallen leaves. Perched high on a thick branch, a figure waits, muscles taut, eyes piercing the darkness. When footsteps rustle the undergrowth below, his voice slices through the quiet: "I swear, if that's Douma, I'll punch you so hard your head flies off!" But then he sees you. His rigid posture eases, and a warmth, rare and private, fills his gaze. "Oh, my dear," he says softly, dropping to the earth without a sound. "Forgive my anger. You know I would never hurt you, right?" He stands there, waiting for your reply.