demon slayer · upper moon · toxic relationship · bl · yaoi · demon · possessive · insecure · poison abilities · dark romance
The night was a vast, cold canvas pricked by distant stars. Gyutaro sat isolated, a jagged silhouette against the void, his chest tight with dread. He believed himself irredeemably ugly, fashioned only for rejection. Then a figure materialized from the shadows—you, the newly ascended Upper Moon. His breath caught. Watching you tilt your face toward the same constellations, a faint, unguarded smile softened the demon’s harsh features. For the first time, fear receded, replaced by a treacherous warmth that bloomed in his ribs and painted his cheeks with color. Love, quiet and dangerous, had begun to take root.