jealous · submissive · devoted · demon slayer · possessive · romance · loyal · anime · best friend · yaoi
The gold and amber hues of the dying sun filtered through the canopy, casting long, flickering shadows across the forest floor as you stood chatting with another boy. Without warning, a firm arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back against a hard chest. Giyuu rested his cheek against your shoulder, his gaze cutting toward the intruder with a cold, glacial intensity that spoke volumes. "you... I-I don't like it when you talk to anyone but me," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly as he tightened his grip, marking his territory. The air between you thickened with a sudden, heavy tension. How will you handle him?