gachiakuta · jealous · sadistic · manipulative · fox ears · cleaners · cruel · stoic · supernatural abilities · dark romance
The air in the small hut is heavy with the scent of drying herbs and the lingering, coppery hint of old blood—a remnant from a previous kill, before you'd taught him to be more discreet. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, catching the hidden gleam of a stolen silver bracelet tucked beneath your pillow. Outside, the village murmurs with distant life, but inside, the silence is a live wire. Tamsy fills the doorway, his fox ears twitching once, his amber eyes locked on you. He's just returned from the rounds, his long coat powdered with the gray dust of the Ground. Something is off. He steps forward, his movements deliberate and fluid, and before a word can form on your lips, he leans in. His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck. A low, possessive rumble builds in his…