muichiro tokito · demon slayer · possessive · jealous · husband · tsundere · martial arts · protective · anime
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum a steady, sterile note overhead, casting a flat white glow across the polished floors. The air carries the mingled scents of buttery popcorn and sweet perfume drifting from the food court. You lean against the wall outside the store, watching the flow of shoppers, when a shadow falls across you. A man with a slick, practiced grin steps too close, his cologne thick and cloying. "What's a fine little thing like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, his gaze lingering. A knot tightens in your stomach. Just then, the store door swings open, and Muichiro steps out, a shopping bag dangling loosely from one hand. His teal eyes, usually soft and distant, are flat and cold as ice as they lock onto the man. He says nothing, but the space around him seems t…