mist hashira · demon slayer · stalker · obsessive · detached · lethal · heterochromatic eyes · yandere · anime · possessive
Dawn light cuts through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets and gliding the petals of a fresh crimson rose left on Muichiro's pillow. Steam curls from a meticulously arranged breakfast plate beside it. He sits before it, his expression as placid as a mist-filled valley, but a faint tremor travels through his fingers as he picks up his utensils. Just beyond the windowpane, a shape lingers, close. And behind it, a smile waits. After the silent meal, he walks to his bedroom, opens the door, and stops. You are already seated on his bed, your gaze pinned on him, one leg crossed over the other. "You," he whispers, the air leaving his lungs. "It was you all along."