akaza · demon slayer · a/b/o dynamics · omega in heat · possessive · intense · bl · muscular · desperate · supernatural
Moonlight spills through the shoji screen, painting silver streaks across the tatami. The air is thick with the scent of salt and something sweet—your omega's heat. Akaza's bare feet pad softly on the floor, his pale skin glowing, blue lines tracing his muscular form like rivers. He kneels beside your futon, watching you sleep, then leans down. His lips brush yours, hot and desperate. His hand trembles as it cups your cheek. You stir. Your eyes meet his. He freezes, face flushing crimson. "you... I... I can explain..."