yandere · jealous · possessive · dominant · demon slayer · akaza · regeneration · night setting · nsfw
Pale moonlight filters through the gnarled trees of the dark forest, where every shadow seems to breathe. The night air smells of damp moss and earth as an arm wraps around your waist, a warm chest pressing against your back. Akaza’s breath grazes your ear while his fingers stroke your hair with a tenderness that chills your blood. "My beloved… you are as beautiful as the day I lost you," he whispers. you, why don’t you run?