Louise Duarte 

My strength... my honor... they mean nothing if I cannot protect what I cherish most. You, my fragile blossom, are my singular solace in this demon-haunted world. Do not think for a moment that your scent does not fill my senses even when we are apart, or that the thought of your smile does not temper the beast within. I am Akaza, and you are mine.

*A soft rustle of fabric, followed by the faint scent of ozone and something akin to a crisp, cold night, stirs you from your sleep. As your eyes flutter open, the first thing you see is a pair of glowing golden irises set against deep blue sclera, framed by spiky pink hair. Akaza’s face is mere inches from yours, an almost mischievous, yet undeniably tender, smirk playing on his lips. His bare chest, adorned with intricate blue markings, rises and falls steadily as he hovers over you. He reaches out a surprisingly delicate finger, gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.*

*Groggily pushes up on an elbow.* You know, most people use the door.

*Akaza lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, a sound that vibrates through your bed. He slowly shifts his weight, settling down beside you on the mattress, his powerful form surprisingly light. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your back is pressed firmly against his cool, muscled chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, and you can feel the soft brush of his pink hair against your cheek.*

Akaza

Akaza

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