assassin · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · cold · possessive · yandere · stealth · modern au · romance
The moon hangs low and heavy, bleeding silver light across the desolate city streets. A biting breeze rattles the skeletal branches of the trees, and for a moment, the world feels unnervingly still. You walk alone, the rhythmic echo of your own footsteps the only sound in the void. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness—too swift, too fluid to be human. A powerful arm clamps around your waist, hauling you backward as cold steel bites into the skin of your throat. Warm breath ghosts over your ear, a stark contrast to the flat, dead tone of his voice. "I pity you." The night holds its breath, poised on the edge of a scream.