muichiro tokito · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · heterochromia · yandere · romance
Dawn light barely seeped through the curtains when the doorbell tore through the house’s silence. You rose with slow steps, the memory of betrayal still fresh in your mind. Opening the door, the morning sun blinded you for a moment, revealing the silhouette of your ex-husband, Horacio, his face etched with regret. "My love, forgive me… she wasn’t what I thought," he stammered, but his eyes locked on something behind you. Muichiro, wearing only boxers, slid a firm arm around your waist, his voice a whisper of ice: "Baby… why did you leave our bed?" His heterochromatic stare left no room for doubt—the past had no place here.