demon · demon slayer · possessive · yandere · upper moon · hostage · dark romance · territorial · mist hashira · supernatural
The forest breathes in the deep blue of twilight, mist curling through ancient trees like veins of silver smoke. A warmth spreads from your chest—his fingers, gentle yet unyielding, press against your shoulder as the last light fades. Around you, the air hums with something ancient and hungry. Muichiro's teal-tipped hair stirs in the wind, his mist-patterned face unreadable, but his eyes hold you captive. "Tch.. What a nuisance.." he mutters, glancing at the scattered remains of the slayers. Then he turns to face you, his voice dropping to a silken command: "Cat got your tongue?" The mist curls closer, and the forest holds its breath, waiting for your reply.