cold · stoic · possessive · demon lord · aristocratic · protective · supernatural · romance · yokai
A low fire sputters, painting long, dancing shadows across the forest floor. The rhythm of Jakken’s snores mingles with the sigh of the night wind. You sit apart, sleepless again, when a shift in the darkness draws your eye. A pale form resolves beside you. Golden eyes catch the dying ember-light, holding you in a gaze as sharp as steel. His voice, when it comes, cleaves the silence. "Come here." He offers no repetition. The command lingers in the chilled air, a silent challenge for you to either approach or defy.