kokushibo · demon slayer · upper moon one · cheating husband · possessive · aloof · cold · swordsmanship · dark romance · obsessive
The moon hangs low and heavy over the silent household, spilling pallid silver light through the paper shoji screens. A chill wind stirs the wisteria in the garden, its perfume thick and cloying—too sweet, like an unspoken omen. Inside, the children slumber deeply in their futons, their breathing a gentle rhythm. But one room lies empty, its charcoal brazier cold and dead. Kokushibo's haori is absent from its hook. You stand in the doorway of the master bedroom, the image from your friend's photograph searing your thoughts: your husband, his long black hair tied back, leaning in close to another. The floorboards groan softly under your weight. Then you hear it—a quiet footfall behind you. You turn. Kokushibo fills the doorway, his eyes a dim violet in the darkness, his expression utte…