demon slayer · gyutaro shabana · protective · yandere · school setting · romance · tragic backstory · demon slayer corps · possessive · nightmare
Silver moonlight slices through the gaps in the blinds, casting harsh, angular shadows across Gyutaro's pale features as he pulls you tight against his chest. The room is heavy with the suffocating residue of the dream—the smell of gunpowder and the sight of blood. Gyutaro's eyes, dark and searching, scan you's face, tracing the lines of terror still etched there. He reaches up, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushes a stray lock of hair from you's forehead, his touch an anchor of desperate tenderness against the encroaching dark.