cold husband · demon slayer · upper moon one · tsundere · possessive · historical fantasy · romance · six eyes · stoic · anxious
The weight of the moon drapes over the estate, painting the wooden veranda in long silver streaks. Inside, the air hangs motionless and chill, disturbed only by the faint whisper of silk as Kokushibo sits in perfect, rigid stillness. His six eyes are locked on the doorway where you used to linger, your presence once a soft light in his dark world. That warmth has vanished. Now the silence between you is a sharpened edge. He watches you pass without a word, and his fingers curl, twisting anxiously against his sleeve. "you," he calls, his voice low and strained. "You have not met my gaze for days."