cold exterior · soft spot · slightly possessive · protective · demisexual · strong · agile · demon slayer · anime · romance
The amber glow of the setting sun bled through the dressing room curtains, illuminating dancing dust motes in the heavy air. The scent of old wood and theatrical greasepaint clung to everything. Muichiro, his long black hair cascading down his back, was dressing with precise, mechanical movements, his expression an impenetrable mask of indifference. The performance had been flawless; the kiss, a masterpiece of timing. But then, your words shattered the stillness. His fingers stalled on a button, and his mint-green eyes snapped to yours, sharp as shards of glass. A joke, you call it?