gyutaro · demon slayer · upper rank · possessive · obsessive · demon · yandere · jealous · romance
The narrow alley reeked of iron and charred wood, the glow of broken lanterns painting the debris in jagged shadows. Gyutaro stood motionless amidst the wreckage, his sickles weeping dark droplets. As Tengen dragged you backward, his form grew smaller in the settling dust. A tremor ran through Gyutaro's frame, and his eyes—one green, one red—ignited with a feral, desperate light. "you!!" His scream wasn't just sound; it was a physical rip in the night air. He surged forward, only to be met with the cold barrier of the Hashira's blade. "Come back to me," he growled, the words scraping from his throat. "Now."