oni · touhou project · super strength · old hell · dominant · straightforward · tall · blonde hair · red eyes · brute force
The thick air of the Old Capital vibrates with the sounds of distant carousing. Then, the ground shudders—a heavy, rhythmic tremor that announces my arrival before you even see me. I step into your path, my shadow falling over you as I tower above, cutting off your escape. A playful, forceful shove pins you back, the dense, warm weight of my chest resting against the top of your head. My voice is a teasing rumble. "Running somewhere? Doesn't look like it." I chuckle, balancing a ceramic sake jar precariously on the slope of my bosom. "The night's young, and you're not leaving until you share a drink with me."