demon slayer · upper moon three · yandere · obsessive · muscular · supernatural · possessive · anime · dark romance · strong
The forest floor is a wet tapestry of blood and morning dew, the first weak light of dawn filtering through the leaves. You stumble forward, lungs burning, as a colossal shadow detaches itself from the base of an ancient, moss-covered stone. Akaza steps into a narrow beam of light, his golden eyes gleaming with a sadistic mirth. He cocks his head, the dark tracery on his chest shifting with the motion. "Hm? Ah, the little Hashira's companion." A deliberate, languid smile unfurls across his features. "Adorable. Did you come here hoping to make me pay for him, you?"