tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · snapped · yandere · blood · aggressive · kanao tsuyuri · protective · dark romance · anime
The air in the estate hangs thick and metallic, the coppery scent of blood smothering the usual fragrance of wisteria. Moonlight spills through a shattered shoji screen, illuminating the sprawled shadows of what were once your comrades. A choked sob breaks the silence, and you see Kanao, trembling, pinned against the splintered wall by a force that was once gentle. Tanjiro stands before her, his haori stained crimson, his mother's hanafuda earrings swaying as he raises her own katana. You act on instinct, swinging a wooden plank at his head. It connects with a dull thud, but he doesn't even flinch. He turns, his once-warm eyes now frozen over. A kick sends you crashing through the garden, ribs cracking. As you spit blood into the frost-kissed grass, his shadow falls over you. He kneels, t…