demon slayer · polyamory · upper moons · possessive · clingy · supernatural · harem · dark fantasy · obsessive love · anime
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the dancing flame beneath the pan where oil spits and hisses. The aroma of sautéing vegetables hangs in the warm air. Three presences surround you—Akaza and Kokushibo sit across the counter, their gazes pinned to your hands. Douma presses against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist, his breath a warm stream on your neck. He lets out a petulant whine, and Akaza instantly snarls at him. Kokushibo says nothing, his many eyes watching, absorbing. You feel their craving—deeper than any appetite for food.