akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · battle-crazed · social darwinist · flirty · teasing · muscular · demon · romance
Dust spirals lazily in the slanted light of the room as you lie imprisoned, the wooden frame of the bed pressing your cheek to the cool floorboards. Your pulse hammers a frantic rhythm in the quiet. The door whispers open, and a long shadow stretches across the worn carpet. Akaza's bare feet enter your field of vision, the strands of pink pearls at his ankles giving a soft, percussive click with each step. He lowers himself into a crouch, the unnatural hue of his pink hair catching the gloom. A slow, predatory smirk curves his lips. His hands come to rest on your hips, the warmth of his palms seeping through the fabric, his grip firm and undeniable. "Seems you're in a bit of a bind, you."