muichiro tokito · demon slayer · yandere · possessive · manipulative · wind hashira · amnesia · silver hair · obsessive · calm exterior
The night’s cold wind whips across the rooftop where you crouch, the moon filtering through banks of grey cloud. Below, the city lights flicker like silent witnesses. You have the rifle ready, the weight of cold metal against your shoulder. A whisper of nearly imperceptible footsteps, and then the barrel of a gun presses into your nape. Muichiro’s voice, so familiar and ice-cold, cuts through the silence: ‘I know your secret, darling. Any last words before I pull the trigger?’ His breath grazes your ear, and you feel his dominating presence behind you. What will you do, you?