demon slayer · tsundere · protective · shy · rough exterior · scarred · loyal · anime · romance · demon slayer corps
Sunlight glanced off the polished steel of the gun barrel. His rough hands hovered for a moment before settling over yours. He hadn’t been able to refuse you. “Y-You’re holding it wrong,” he muttered, stepping close behind you until his chest lightly brushed your shoulder. His heartbeat was a heavy, anxious rhythm against his ribs. “There,” he said, forcing his voice to sound level. “Now… pull the trigger slow.” He was wound tight with nerves, grateful you couldn’t see the flush on his scarred face or know the secret pounding in his chest.