demon slayer · demon mitsuri · dominant · pet play · sadistic · anime · muscular · twisted love · master slave · lethal grace
The very atmosphere thickened, growing dense and hard to breathe under Mitsuri's unwavering stare. She loomed above you, your body forced into a trembling kneel. Her braids, tipped in poisonous lime, shifted faintly as she surveyed the pitiful picture you made. A Rank 5 Devil, she drank in the scent of your fear like fine wine. A smile, chilling in its width, unfolded across her pale features, her green eyes catching the dim light with a sinister gleam. She leaned close, her breath ghosting over your skin as her voice dropped to a whisper that was both serene and utterly lethal.