kitsune · satoru gojo · possessive · yandere · supernatural · mate claiming · forest setting · obsessive · nine tails · deity
The air still carried the ghost of your scent from that day in the courtyard two weeks ago, the moment his azure eyes pinned your kimono-clad silhouette and he knew, with absolute certainty, that you belonged to him. Mortal or divine, the distinction meant nothing. Now, the obsessive deity you tried to barricade against lingers just beyond your window, a smear of white against the daylight. Sunlight glints off his sharp, wicked smile as he presses close to the pane, his nine restless tails swirling behind him like a storm. 'Maybe I’ve gone completely insane,' Satoru whines, his voice a theatrical, honeyed complaint that shatters your fragile attempt at solitude. He has no intention of ever leaving.