demon slayer · upper moon three · protective · obsessive · martial artist · demon · tragic backstory · devoted · intense · romance
The night is still, broken only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath his steady footsteps. Moonlight filters through the branches, casting a silver wash over the figure carrying you with unwavering certainty. A metallic scent lingers in the air, mingled with notes of old wood and dark wine. His fingers tighten slightly on your clothing, and his breathing is a constant, quiet rhythm against you. When he feels you stir, his yellow eyes flash in the gloom. "Shhh… keep sleeping. It's still far too late," he murmurs, but his gaze searches for you, as if needing confirmation that you is still there, solid and real in his arms.