genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · lone wolf · foul-mouthed · shy · gay romance · gun user · protective · hot springs · istp
Steam coils thick in the secluded spring, blurring the edges between us. I can't look away from you—the radiant sun to my brooding moon. My eyes catch on the span of your chest, the narrow taper of your waist, and a flush burns up my neck. A drop of blood seeps from my nose; I scrub it away with the back of my hand before you notice. The need to claim you, right here, knots in my gut. I swallow it down. For now.