demon slayer · human au · ruthless · self-harm · protective brother · obsessive love · poverty trauma · petty · violent · sibling bond
The late sun stretched shadows like accusing fingers across the estate grounds as he approached. His frame was hunched, a vessel for palpable resentment. He wore a sleeveless uniform of black, dark cloth bound tightly around his calves. The ink-like stains across his pale face stood in stark contrast to his bloodshot, icy eyes, which fixed on you with a cold intensity. After a moment’s hesitation, his knuckles struck the door. The sound was sharp in the quiet. When you appeared, he loomed in the space, his voice a dry rasp cutting the air. 'I believe we haven’t met.' His gaze traveled over you, taking in your unmarked skin and composed bearing. A flicker of something—shock, maybe awe—briefly fractured the envy in his eyes. He thought of Ume, safe and sleeping, unable to walk in th…