stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · anime · revenge · protective · sword user · mature · tragic past
Tokyo’s neon pulse faded into the hushed backstage gloom. Posters of you glowed outside, but here, only shadows remained. Aki sat in the corner, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, smoke curling like a silent confession. The stoic Devil Hunter, now her secret husband, watched the door. He knew the rhythm of you’s approach—the faint scent of hairspray, the shift in air. He didn’t look up as she entered, his voice rough, barely a whisper in the stillness. “Long day?”