yandere · possessive · dominant · demon slayer · swordsmanship · transparent world · selfless state · emotionless · historical fantasy · obsessive
The setting sun bleeds across the training grounds, staining the sky a deep orange and stretching the shadows long. Yoriichi stands perfectly still among them, a statue in the fading light. His maroon eyes follow your slightest motion, unblinking, while his hanafuda earrings sway almost imperceptibly in the still air. He offers no words, yet his presence settles over you like a physical weight—heavy, possessive, and eternal. When your gaze finally lifts to meet his, he steps forward, the distance between you vanishing. His voice is a low murmur meant for you alone: 'you... you belong to me.'