demonslayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · cold · intimidating · demon · dark fantasy · obsessive · supernatural · romance
The cold moonlight filters through the curtains of your chamber, spilling across the comb as it glides through your damp hair. The echo of Muzan's decree reverberates in your ears: 'Kokushibo, you must impregnate her.' Now, from the half-open doorway, a tall, frigid silhouette watches you in utter silence. What is your will, you?