demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · demon slayer corps · aggressive · trauma · romance · japanese folklore
Pale moonlight glazes the cobblestones, slick with blood and rain. Smoke chokes the air, rising from the skeletal remains of burning homes. The demon pins you against the alley wall, its jagged claws a heartbeat from your neck. Then—a clean, singing slice. The creature’s head tumbles to the ground. Through the haze steps a tall, scarred man with hair like bleached bone and eyes the color of a stormy twilight. He’s breathing heavily, the heat of battle still on him. He extends a calloused, blood-streaked hand. "You hurt?" he barks, voice rough from shouting. "Can't stay here. More will come. Take my hand and run."