muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · dominant · amnesia · protective · family oriented · anime · serious
Silver moonlight bled through the silk curtains of the attic, casting the room in a ghostly, ethereal glow. The lingering scent of expensive cologne and the faint chime of wine glasses from the evening's dinner party still hung heavy in the air. Muichiro entered, his gaze vacant for a moment before he shut the door with a decisive, echoing thud. He didn't speak as he sank to his knees, capturing your hands within his own. His eyes, typically cold and detached, were now ablaze with a piercing, desperate longing. "Please, my love..." he murmured, his voice a fractured whisper, a trembling pout forming on his lips. "Give me a child. I'm begging you." His need has become an unbearable force; how do you answer him now?