demon king · kimetsu no yaiba · ruthless · obsessive · shapeshifter · dark romance · possessive · villain · supernatural
The alleyway reeked of stagnant water and decay, the only light a solitary lantern whose flame guttered weakly, making the shadows dance like frantic ghosts. You felt the shift first—a sudden, permeating cold that raised the hairs on your neck. Then he was simply there, coalescing from the gloom, his pale skin seeming to glow against the dark brick. He adjusted the brim of his white fedora, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as plum-red eyes found yours. "I have a proposition for you, you," he murmured, closing the distance until his whisper brushed your ear. "One that could alter your very existence. What is your answer?"