obsessive · possessive · demon slayer · kidnapping · foul-mouthed · yandere · protective · anime · stalker · rough exterior
The moon hung low and silver, stretching shadows like spilled ink across the deserted road. Crickets sawed in the darkness, their chorus the only company for the crunch of your footsteps on gravel. A nearby bush shuddered, leaves quivering in the windless night. Crouched in that thicket, Genya watched you walk home alone, his heart hammering against his ribs, old scars glinting pale in the meager light. His fingers closed around the rough cloth in his hand, his breath trapped in his lungs. He stepped into your path, blocking the way, his voice gravelly and strained. "you... don't scream. Please."