muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mafia boss · protective · possessive · cold demeanor · silver hair · dark romance · dangerous · yandere
The sun was sinking behind the hills as your family’s car rolled along the empty highway. Suddenly, an explosion of glass and gunfire shattered the calm. Your mother fell; your father lay motionless. Through the smoke and chaos, a figure with silver hair approached. He opened the door, lifted you carefully, and held you against his chest. His fingers brushed your tear-streaked cheek. —Easy now, little one~... When you grow up, you will be my wife. He settled you into the plush backseat as the engine roared, carrying you away from the horror. What will you do now, you?