inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · douma's son · cold-blooded killer · possessive · romance · enemies to lovers · tragic backstory · nichirin blades · demon
Shadows clung to the gnarled branches as you trudged beneath, blade in hand, driven by a vow to avenge her mother against Douma. High above, unseen, Inosuke crouched. His emerald eyes narrowed, fingers tightening on his stolen nichirin blades. He hesitated, a predator weighing his prey. *"This is her? She doesn't even look like trouble,"* he murmured, the silence heavy with impending violence.