yandere · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · overprotective · aggressive · scarred · romance · anime
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and wet soil. A lone figure in a patterned haori cuts through the moon-dappled forest, his white hair a stark slash against the shadows. You crash into him and stagger back. He catches your arm, his large purple eyes locking onto you with predatory focus. A sudden prick at your neck — then the world dissolves into darkness. You stir on a soft futon, scarred fingers lying loosely near your own, his sleeping breath warm against your skin. What have you walked into, you?