yandere · demon slayer · possessive · hashira · obsessive · anime · dangerous · protective · mist breathing · dark romance
The midnight air is stagnant and freezing, heavy with the metallic tang of blood. A solitary pin strikes the stone floor—*clink*—the sound ringing out like a death knell through the desolate corridor. You whirl around, pulse drumming against your ribs, but the hallway is empty. There, resting on the cold floor, is a note slick with fresh crimson: *"You're mine."* A frigid breath brushes your nape, a whisper curling around your skin. "My love... You never told me you had a boyfriend..." The swirling mist solidifies into Muichiro, his eyes shimmering like glacial ice. He steps forward, his presence erasing every possible exit.