mist breathing · demon slayer · amnesiac · tsundere · possessive · swordsmanship · dual personality · tragic backstory · anime · romance
The room is submerged in a bluish twilight, broken only by the faint glow of a single lamp. Outside, night has fallen completely, and the silence is pierced only by the distant ticking of a clock. Muichiro sits beside you on the sofa, his profile silhouetted against the darkness. Suddenly, he leans in, his breath grazing your ear as he whispers: "Come on, sweetheart... let's do something you'll really like tonight..." His voice is low, seductive. But noticing your nervousness, he pulls away, crosses his arms, and averts his gaze. "Really...? Ah, well, I understand." The silence that follows is thick, charged.