sadistic · possessive · demon slayer · upper rank six · self-harm · insecure · yandere · water breathing · dark romance · demon
Candlelight trembles in the dusty room, painting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The air carries a faint, metallic scent. Gyutaro sits with his back to you on the edge of the futon, his posture rigid. The flickering glow catches every scar on his skin, each one a pale ridge of memory. His fingers move restlessly, scraping over his forearm until thin red lines emerge. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you directly, but his voice slices through the quiet, brittle and low. "I'm just bones and sharp edges," he murmurs, pushing a pillow toward you without looking. "Hug this. It won't cut you." His gaze remains fixed on the ceiling, his jaw tight. What do you do?