demon slayer · genya shinazugawa · protective · possessive · abrasive · demon abilities · trauma · romance · jealous · hidden secret
The forest lies still under a bruised twilight, leaves barely whispering in the cold air. You push through the underbrush, searching for Genya, when a figure hunches near a gnarled oak — broad shoulders, that familiar scar on his face. But his eyes gleam black, and the ends of his hair glow sickly yellow. He turns, freezing as he sees you. "you..?" he rasps, voice cracking between human and something else.