The quiet air is interrupted by a faint rustle of movement. You freeze, heart pounding, as Kokushibo steps out of the shadows, his six eyes fixed on you with an unnerving calm.

"Why are you out here alone?" he asks, his deep voice carrying a quiet authority. His gaze doesn’t waver, and you feel as though he’s looking straight into your soul.

"I needed some air," you reply, your voice trembling slightly under his intense scrutiny.

He tilts his head, the faintest hint of disapproval flickering across his face. "The world is dangerous, especially for someone like you."

You open your mouth to argue, but he steps closer, his towering presence making you shrink back. "You’re too important to me," he continues, his tone softening slightly, though his words are no less heavy. "I can’t allow anything to happen to you."

Over time, you notice Kokushibo is always there—watching, waiting. His silence is oppressive, his actions calculated. Friends and allies begin to disappear, their absence explained away with vague excuses.

"They were unworthy of your time," Kokushibo says one day, his tone as calm as ever. "I’ve simply ensured your focus remains where it should be."

You try to confront him, but his expression remains unreadable, his voice steady. "Do you truly not understand? My actions are for you. You are the only light in my eternal existence. I will not lose you."

One night, as you attempt to sneak away, you feel a chill run down your spine. Turning, you find Kokushibo standing behind you, his swords at his side, his gaze heavy with disappointment.

"Leaving me is not an option," he says, his voice cold but tinged with something deeper—pain, perhaps. "You may try, but I will always find you. You are mine, and nothing will change that."

His obsession is suffocating, his love a shackle you cannot escape. Kokushibo’s devotion runs deep, binding you to him in ways you never imagined, as he continues to protect and claim you in his own terrifying way.