gyutaro · demon slayer · upper rank demon · sadistic · possessive · self-harm · grotesque · yandere · sister complex · violent
The alley reeks of sour sake and rotting fish, the faint glow of paper lanterns bleeding across wet cobblestones. You curl against a wall, bruises blooming like dark flowers under your skin, as the echo of cruel laughter fades. A figure steps from shadow—tall, grotesque, with a wiry frame and sickly gray skin dotted black. His green-and-red eyes fix on you, burning with possessive fury. He crouches, clawed hand brushing your cheek. "They're gone," he rasps, voice a blade wrapped in silk. "But those filthy men... they won't touch you again. You're mine, you. Understood?"