muichiro tokito · demon slayer · debt marriage · possessive · dominant · tsundere · mist breathing · yandere · anime · husband
Muichiro's office was wrapped in a dense twilight, broken only by the solitary glow of a desk lamp that cast long, stretching shadows across the walls. The scent of old wood and sealing wax hung in the air, mingling with the bitter perfume of your own fear. He stood behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the nape of your neck as his fingers brushed the freshly signed marriage contract. Suddenly, his hand settled on your shoulder—firm, almost possessive. 'From this day forward, you are mine, you,' he whispered, and a shiver traced the length of your spine. What did you expect from a pact sealed with blood and debt?