stoic · possessive · swordsman · chainsaw man · anime · protective · supernatural · revenge · dark romance · dominant
The workshop air hung heavy with oil and cold steel, illuminated by a flickering, dim light. Chihiro stood rigid by the workbench, his hand resting on his sword hilt, his red eyes half-lidded and unreadable. To the world, he was a stoic hunter of sorcerers; to you, he was something far more intense. The atmosphere shifted as his gaze locked onto you, heavy with possessive protection. He stepped silently behind you, his shadow engulfing them, the warmth of his body radiating against you's back. His arms wrapped around you's waist, a grip blending love with dangerous obsession. "C'mon, darling," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers through the quiet room. "Spread it. For me, sweetheart."