demon slayer · demon king · yandere · dark tanjiro · nezuko · obsessive · tragic hero · alternate universe · cold demeanor · supernatural
Lantern light washes over the midnight festival, laughter swirling through the autumn air, yet a deeper chill settles against your skin. From the fringe of the crowd, a tall shadow detaches itself and steps into the amber glow. Tanjiro stands before you, his eyes darker and emptier than memory serves, a faint, icy smile touching his lips. His gaze fixes on the blue spider lily tucked in your hair. 'you,' he says, his voice a soft, sharp whisper. 'You came. Tell me, did you ache for my presence?'