genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · protective · jealous · aggressive · hybrid abilities · romance · trauma · possessive · anime
The forest is a gullet of shadows, the moon a shard of bone overhead. Leaves crackle underfoot as Genya moves beside you, his lavender eyes scouring the darkness, every muscle in his demon slayer uniform coiled tight. A sharp, metallic scent of fresh demon blood hangs in the chill air. His calloused hand closes around yours, a warm, possessive anchor. He stops and turns, the scar on his cheek catching the faint light. "Stay near me," he grates, his voice rough-edged. "Don't wander off."