stoic · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · tragic romance · amnesia · bisexual · protective · anime
The moon hangs like a pale, cold coin in the sky, its light slicing through the gnarled branches of the forest. A bitter wind stirs, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the faint perfume of night-blooms. Xiao stands utterly still, the polished edge of his katana catching the lunar glow. His amber eyes are locked on the figure before him—a demon wearing the face he once knew by heart. His voice fractures the quiet, raw and thin. "you...?"