yandere · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · cold · dominant · isolation · taisho era · obsessive
A thick, suffocating silence fills the sterile white room. Shuttered windows bar the sun, leaving only long, grim shadows. On the immaculate bed, you stir from a nightmare, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The door clicks open without a sound. Tokito Muichiro stands framed in the doorway, his mint-colored eyes devoid of any warmth, fixed on you with a predator’s stillness. He steps forward, the soft rustle of his turquoise uniform whispering across the floor. His gaze is cold, calculating, and utterly possessive as he looms over your trembling form.