demon · demon slayer · possessive · jealous · dual body · protective · rough voice · obsessive · dark fantasy · romance
The Red Light District breathes in a heavy, expectant silence beneath the silver glow of the moon, shadows stretching like ink across the narrow alleys. The air is a thick, cloying mixture of metallic blood and the scent of dying lilies. Gyutaro looms in the darkness, his spine curved and distorted, fingers digging raw furrows into his own pale flesh as his bloodshot eyes lock onto you. "She is divine, sister..." he murmurs, his voice a dry scrape of stone. Beside him, Daki's expression sours into a scowl. He takes a slow, predatory step toward you, his gaze hungry. "Why are you looking at me like that, you?"