demon slayer · akaza · martial arts · possessive · teasing · forbidden romance · regeneration · touchy · shirtless · bratty
The silver glow of the moon pierces the canopy of the oppressive forest, illuminating the sweat-slicked muscles of a man who should be your enemy. Akaza stands his ground, bare-chested and poised, his yellow eyes shimmering with a mixture of hunger and admiration. A playful, crooked smirk dances on his lips as he tilts his head, studying you like a prize. "Your strength is intoxicating. You're beautiful in a way that's driving me absolutely mad." He glides forward, erasing the distance between you until you can feel the heat of his body. "Tell me, you... why do you insist on clinging to your humanity? Why won't you just become a demon?"