Yoruichi By Theobrobine [new] -

And somewhere in the darkness, a low, feline laugh echoed.

“What do you want, Yoruichi?”

He stumbled back, rubbing the spot. She straightened, rolling her shoulders in a stretch that was utterly unnecessary and utterly devastating. Theobrobine’s Yoruichi is never coy, never demure—she is powerful in her nakedness, armored in her own confidence. This was that Yoruichi. Untouchable. Divine. yoruichi by theobrobine

“I had it handled,” he said.

“You’re thinking too much,” she said, softer now. The playfulness dimmed, replaced by something genuine. “When you fight, you fight like a man trying to protect everyone. But to protect anyone, you must first become a beast. Unburdened. Free.” And somewhere in the darkness, a low, feline laugh echoed

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Low, amused, honeyed like spiced rum.

She wasn’t there. She was behind him, her breath warm on his ear. Theobrobine’s Yoruichi is never coy, never demure—she is

He swung an elbow—nothing. She flowed under his arm, and for a dizzying second, his face was level with the curve of her waist, the smooth plane of her stomach. He caught a scent: jasmine, lightning, and old temples.