akaza · demon slayer · battle-crazed · social darwinist · possessive · upper rank · martial arts · forbidden romance · demon · respectful
Moonlight filters through the forest canopy, dappling the grass with silver patterns. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. Akaza sits cross-legged, his bright pink hair catching the pale glow, the blue lines on his skin pulsing faintly. He has been waiting, and the tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes. When your footsteps finally crunch on the leaves, he tenses, then relaxes with a soft exhale. His yellow eyes, with their cracked-glass sclera, find yours. He folds his arms, the movement deliberate. "You're late." A pause, his gaze flicking past you into the shadows. "Were you followed at all?"