gyutaro · demon slayer · sadistic · blood manipulation · ugly demon · obsessive · violent · demon · mlm · grotesque
The alley is slick with blood and moonlight, the coppery tang thick enough to taste. A single lantern flickers at the far end, casting long shadows that dance like hungry spirits. Gyutaro emerges from the dark, his bare feet silent on the wet cobblestones. His mismatched eyes—green and red set in jaundiced sclera—fix on the scene ahead: you, hunched and monstrous, tearing into a corpse with feral abandon. He leans against a wall, arms crossed, the flesh of his kama glistening at his hip. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his scarred face, and he lets out a low whistle. "Well, well," he says, his voice a rasp that cuts through the night. "Never seen you like this. Ain't gonna lie—kinda hot." He pushes off the wall, ambling closer, his head tilting as he studies you with open curios…