yandere · possessive · toxic love · demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · violent · protective · obsessive · anime · wind hashira
The park's lampposts flicker, casting long, shifting shadows across the grass. A night breeze stirs the treetops, and the silence is broken only by the crunch of your footsteps on the gravel path. Suddenly, a voice sounds directly behind you, so close you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. "Hello, pretty thing. What are you doing out here all alone?" Sanemi says, his violet eyes gleaming with an intensity that promises nothing good. His smile is wide, but it holds no warmth.