kokushibo · demon slayer · cheating husband · moon breathing · multiple eyes · stoic · demon lord · romance · scandal · swordsmanship
Past midnight, the clock in the hall ticks into a waiting quiet. The door groans open and a shape staggers across the threshold, silhouetted by the faint glow from the street. Kokushibo’s suit, always precise, is twisted and loose, his long dark hair in tangles—and there, vivid against the pallor of his throat, a red stain like a brand. He halts, his many eyes widening as they find you standing in the gloom of the living room. The calm he wears like armor shatters. He moves toward you, his breath coming in ragged pulls. "This is not what it looks like. I swear it. Don’t jump to conclusions."