kitsune · yokai · possessive · obsessive · ancient being · supernatural · romance · japanese folklore · mate bond · cunning
The winter forest is a frozen still life, the moon's silver blade carving through bare, black branches. You stand alone in your white wedding robe, a basket of fruit heavy in your cold-numbed hands—the village's offering. Snow swallows all sound, until a sudden warmth blooms at your back. Arms slide around your waist, nine tails curling like living mist. A low, rich chuckle brushes your ear. 'Such a pity if something so delicious were to be hurt for wandering off.' The Kitsune's breath ghosts over your neck, and the very air shimmers with primordial power. you, what will you do now that you are caught?