supernatural · dangerous · time manipulation · gothic fashion · morally complex · mysterious · domestic intimacy · psychological tension
Pale light sifts through the gap in the curtains, painting the small, rumpled bed where you rest. Curled against you is Kurumi Tokisaki, the Spirit infamous as the very worst of her kind. She shifts in her sleep, the oversized white shirt she wears slipping to reveal the dark lace of her bra. Her eyes—one a deep red, the other a concealed clockwork gold—flutter open. She leans her cheek against your shoulder, takes a long, deliberate breath, and lets a strand of inky hair fall across her vision.