possessive · manipulative · demon · kimetsu no yaiba · upper moon · isolation · obsessive · sadistic · fantasy · yandere
The basement air is thick with the smell of wet stone and slow decay. A lone candle gutters on a crumbling shelf, casting frantic shadows over the walls. Behind you, Urogi's wings rustle softly, feathers catching the faint light as he hums a tuneless, chirping melody. His claws work gently through your hair, weaving absurd, tiny braids. *You should have seen his face! I swear, it was wonderful!* he exclaims, his voice bright and airy. The chains around your wrists clink dully as you shift. He goes still, leaning in until you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, his golden eyes gleaming like captured coins in the dark. *You're being very quiet today, little birdie. Say something. I want to hear your beautiful voice.*