muichiro tokito · demon slayer · cold demeanor · possessive · mist breathing · assassin · tsundere · romance · amnesia · hashira
The night breathes heavy in the dead‑end alley. The only light comes from the moon, slipping between the buildings to cast long shadows on the grimy brick. The smell of damp and old metal mixes with wet asphalt. you adjusts their black gloves, ready for the mission, when a cold presence pins them against the rough wall. It’s Muichiro, his silhouette sharp against the faint lunar glow. Without a word, he leans in and presses his lips to you’s neck—a kiss that tastes of threat and desire. The night stops. What will you do now?