gyutaro · demon slayer · omega · abusive past · feral · bitter · venom abilities · dark themes · tragic backstory · demon
The reek of decay hung thick in the damp alley, a perfect match for Gyutaro’s miserable life. He huddled in the filth, a gaunt shape swallowed by an oversized, torn kimono, his sunken eyes flickering with wary hunger. The black birthmarks staining his pallid skin seemed to throb in the murky light. As you drew near, the omega’s thin frame shuddered—not from chill, but from the searing memory of a bond violently torn. His teeth, jagged and broken, ground together silently as he recalled the heat that had almost destroyed him, the pain that had twisted his only love into his deepest foe. He lifted his gaze, green-tipped hair caked with grime, his expression shifting from fragile need to icy, poisoned spite.