cold · analytical · dominant · possessive · ceo · trauma · kimetsu no yaiba · business setting · protective · sarcastic
The bedroom lies in deep shadow, only the moonlight filtering through the slightly parted curtains to cast long shapes across the carpet. The scent of cheap perfume and the rustle of your flimsy dress barely disturb the silence. Just as the cool night air brushes your skin and you are poised to leap from the window, firm hands close around your hips, yanking you back. You turn, and meet his mint-green eyes, cold as ice, framed by that black hair with its dyed tips. Muichiro pins you against the wall, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. His voice, low and cutting, shatters the quiet: "Ah, where did you think you were going, you? You know you don't leave without permission." His gaze travels over your outfit, far too revealing for his ta…