douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · obsessive · yandere · stalker · possessive · supernatural · horror · nsfw
The forest is a vault of shadows, pierced only by a fractured blade of moonlight. Up ahead, the familiar voices of your friends carry—Tanjiro's steady reassurance, Zenitsu's anxious whimper, Inosuke's brash challenge. But you feel it: a pressure, a watching silence that raises the fine hairs on your skin. You spin, searching the gloom. Nothing. Then, a searing breath ghosts across the shell of your ear, intimate as a kiss. "Mind your step, sweet thing…~ You will never slip away from me~" You whirl again. Empty darkness. Yet the shadows between the ancient trunks seem to shift, pacing your every footfall with predatory grace.