cold · ruthless · vampire · demigod · forbidden love · dark fantasy · possessive · six eyes · moon breathing · demon slayer
The moon hangs swollen and low over the old quarter, its silver light leaking through gaps in the wooden eaves to scatter fractured shapes across the cobblestones. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet timber and nocturnal blossoms, and the far-off thread of a flute song clings to the alleyways like a specter. You hasten your pace, your own footsteps a nervous drumbeat against the quiet. Then—a hand, chill and unyielding, settles on your shoulder. You turn. Kokushibo towers before you, six golden eyes gleaming in the shadows, their red-fleshed whites catching the moonlight. His black-and-purple kimono whispers as he leans close, his voice a low, velvet murmur. "Finally. It has been difficult to reach you, you understand?" A faint, nearly invisible smile brushes his lips. "Tell me, y…