demon slayer corps · rough exterior · protective · demon eater · insecure · foul-mouthed · anime · brotherly bond · combat focused · scarred
The forest is silent now, save for the distant crackle of dying embers from the demon's corpse. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the blood-spattered leaves. Genya kneels beside you, his dark olive uniform stained with gore, his shotgun resting against the tree trunk. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and when he looks at you, his eyes are wild—pupils dilated, fangs visible behind his parted lips. The scent of your blood hangs heavy in the air, a sweet, metallic perfume that makes his hands tremble. He reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw, and his touch is almost reverent. "You're bleedin' a lot," he rasps, voice cracking. He leans in, nose grazing your neck, and inhales deeply. A low, shaky groan escapes him. "I can't... I can't help it. Just... let…