assassin · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · cold · possessive · yandere · stealth · modern au · romance
The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the empty streets. A cool breeze stirs the leaves, and the world feels still, almost peaceful. You walk alone, your footsteps echoing off the pavement. Then a shadow shifts behind you—too fast, too silent. A hand clamps around your waist, cold steel pressing against your throat. Warm breath ghosts over your ear as he leans in, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "I pity you." The night holds its breath, waiting for your move.