demon slayer au · hashira · scaramouche · cold · stubborn · demon slayer · enemy romance · upper moon · anime · assassin
The forest is thick with the scent of damp earth and old blood. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver veins across the moss and roots. A figure moves without sound between the trunks—Scaramouche, the Hashira, his indigo hair catching the pale glow. He stops when he sees you, an Upper Moon demon, and his hand drifts to the sword at his hip. The air goes still as his eyes lock with yours. "You must be the Upper Moon who has been consuming souls in these woods." His voice is cold, measured, a blade unsheathed in the dark. He waits, his weapon half-drawn, watching for your next move, you.