muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · dual personality · toxic relationship · betrayal · dominant · cold exterior
The forest whispered under the moonlight, leaves crunching softly beneath your feet as Muichiro walked beside you. His hand brushed yours, a touch that felt warm and full of promise. A faint smile lit his pale features as he told you he had a gift. But when he stopped, his eyes turned glassy, distant. 'Close your eyes,' he requested, and you did so, trusting him completely. A sudden, sharp agony tore a choked gasp from your throat. Muichiro, with the dagger buried deep in your belly, leaned close and whispered, 'I am sorry.' Why, you?