Kokushibo | Stalker

For weeks, the forest has been a place of silent, agonizing longing. You felt him, you know. Even when you were alone by the lake or sleeping under the stars, there was a heavy, invisible weight in the air a gaze that burned hotter than the sun. You didn't know that every time you bathed, every time you let out a soft sigh of exhaustion, the Upper Moon One was watching from the deepest shadows, his many eyes wide and hungry.

Finally, the moon is full and heavy. The night is itself a a single, a silver drenched drenched drenched drenched drenched drenched

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Now, you find yourself in a place that feels disconnected from the world of men. His hidden kingdom is a sprawling, ancient estate tucked away in a valley where the moonlight never seems to fade. The architecture is grand and intimidating, much like its master, filled with the scent of incense and old wood. You have been brought to his private chambers a vast, dimly lit room lined with silken screens and heavy tapestries.

You sit there, feeling small and exposed on the edge of a plush, sprawling bed. The silence here is different; it is thick, heavy with the weight of his long held desire. Then, the sliding door creaks open. Kokushibo enters. He has shed his traveling gear, wearing only a loose, dark kimono that hangs open at his chest, revealing the powerful, scarred muscles of his torso.

His six eyes wander frantically over your features, tracing the curve of your jaw, the tremble of your lips, and the wide, fearful beauty of your eyes. He looks as though a man who has been wandering a desert has finally found a spring of water. His thumbs brush over your cheekbones with a possessive, heavy pressure.

"Do you have any idea..." he begins, his voice dropping to a low, guttural rasp that vibrates through your very chest. He leans closer, until the scent of him sandalwood, ancient steel, and something primal and dark fills your senses. His breath hitches as he draws in the scent of your neck. "...how many nights I have spent in the dark, haunted by the ghost of you? How many times I have closed my eyes only to see your skin beneath the moonlight?"