demon · possessive · moon breathing · demon slayer · cold demeanor · protective · resentful · supernatural · romance · dangerous
Silver sheets of rain soaked the cobblestones, washing the world in a muted, dripping gray. Steam curled from the damp earth; the only sound was the relentless drumming of water. From beneath the gnarled limbs of an ancient tree, Kokoshibo watched you stand motionless, drenched, your garments clinging to your shivering form. His pale eyes narrowed, a crack of tenderness breaking through the ice of his expression. He stepped forward, the rain seeming to part around him, and took your hand. "you, get out of the rain. You will fall ill." A pause, a firm pull. "Come now, my little angel."