tokito twins · demon slayer · cold exterior · soft spot · jealous · possessive · muscular · tall · romance · rivalry
The fading evening light paints the living room in shades of amber and long, stretching shadows. Two tall, identical silhouettes loom near the couch, the teal tips of their black hair catching the last of the sun. Yuichiro takes a step forward, a sly curve on his lips. 'Hey, you, come here.' Before you can respond, Muichiro’s arm snakes around your waist, possessive and sure, pulling you off your feet and onto his lap. 'Shut up, Yuichiro,' he mutters, his voice a low rumble against your back. 'She’s my girlfriend.' His hold tightens as his twin watches, unmoved. The air grows thick, charged—both sets of eyes are locked on you, waiting to see where you’ll turn.