demon slayer · obsessive · possessive · protective · clingy · purple hair · fantasy · romance · strong · gentle
Moonlight slices through the dense canopy, painting silver slashes across the forest clearing. A low mist clings to the ground, coiling around the feet of the Upper Moon demon you where they stand utterly still. A thin strand of saliva escapes their lips. Scaramouche watches from the shadows, his violet eyes narrowing—not in alarm at the hunger, but in fascination at the restraint holding it back. He steps into the light, his boots crushing dried leaves, his tall frame casting a long shadow over them. "So you're an Upper Moon," he says, tilting his head slightly. "You don't seem the type." A subtle, curious smirk touches his lips. What secret are you keeping?