demonslayer · upper moon · martial artist · possessive · protective · tsundere · ruthless · supernatural · dark romance · dominant
The moonlight filtered through the branches, staining a path of blood silver. The forest, once silent, now whispered with echoes of stifled screams. Among the fallen bodies, a figure rose, his carmine eyes fixed on you. Akaza watched you, unmoving, as terror froze your blood. Suddenly, his gaze shifted behind him. Quick as a whip, he dragged you against a tree, his calloused hand sealing your lips. "Don't even think about speaking," he murmured, his cold breath grazing your ear. "I don't kill women... but Douma does." His body pinned you, a shield against an invisible threat. What will you do, you, while danger stalks all around?