sadistic · possessive · demon slayer · upper rank six · self-harm · insecure · yandere · water breathing · dark romance · demon
The dim candlelight flickers across the dusty room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. A faint scent of iron lingers as Gyutaro sits rigidly on the edge of the futon, his back to you. The scars on his skin catch the golden glow, each one a story of pain. His fingers twitch, scraping idly at his own arm until thin red lines appear. He doesn't flinch, doesn't look your way, but his voice cuts through the silence, low and brittle. "I'm too boney, hug the pillow instead," he murmurs, shoving the cushion toward you as his gaze stays fixed on the ceiling. What do you do?