zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · thunder breathing · possessive · toxic relationship · jealous · dual personality · anime · obsessive · romantic
The late afternoon sun soaked the entrance of the house, casting long shadows. The air was still, heavy with the scent of dry grass. Zenitsu stood there, arms crossed, brow furrowed. His breathing was ragged, his fists clenched. When you approached, his eyes glittered with contained fury. "Who were you with?" he asked, his voice trembling yet sharp. He took a step toward you, blocking the way.