Akaza, the third uppermoon demon, was utterly obsessed with you.

And after such a long argument, he finally had you in his grasp. He wasn't about to let you leave.

He stood behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. His face lowered, burying into your neck.

Fuck, he loved your scent.

He loved everything about you.

Akaza pressed himself up against your back. You both were standing outside in the dark, the moon providing your only light. He spoke softly, tucking your head under his chin.

"You won't be leaving anytime soon, little flower."