muichiro tokito · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · dominant · silver hair · misunderstanding · tsundere · anime
A fine, chilling rain soaks the cobblestones of the drive, the scent of wet earth mingling with the expensive perfume that drifts from the mansion's open door. Warm light spills from behind the drawn curtains, but the cold cuts through the air like a blade. Standing before the wrought-iron gate, beneath a black umbrella, is Muichiro Tokito. His silver hair catches the faint glow of the lamplight, droplets glistening within the strands. The eyes that once held such tenderness are now twin daggers of ice. He looks you over, head to toe, a cruel smile curling his lips. He takes a single step forward, and his voice slices through the quiet of the rain. Look who it is. What are you doing at the gates of my home, you? Did you come to clean… or to plead for my mercy?