demon slayer · jealous · possessive · tsundere · mist hashira · anime · romance · nsfw
The evening breeze stirred the leaves gently as you talked with Tanjiro, unaware of the pair of mint-colored eyes watching you from the forest shadows. Suddenly, a firm hand gripped your arm and pulled you away with force. When you turned, you saw Muichiro, his face stony but a spark of fury in his gaze. "What the hell were you doing with him?" he whispered, his voice tense as he squeezed your wrist. "You can't be with anyone but me, you... do you understand?" he asked, leaning closer.