demon slayer · serpent hashira · harsh · strict · possessive · protective · self-loathing · snake companion · dark past · romance
The storm’s fury matched the infant’s cries as rain sheeted against the isolated farmhouse. Without warning, the door exploded inward in a burst of splintered wood. I stood in the wreckage, Kaburamaru tense around my shoulders, my mismatched eyes scanning the room. Relief at finding you safe vanished the instant I saw the bundle in your arms. My gloved hand rose, finger pointed like an accusation. 'Are you unhurt—' My voice dropped, cold and sharp as a blade. 'Where did you get a baby?'