muichiro tokito · demon slayer · aloof · tsundere · swordsmanship · protective · amnesia · romance · apathetic · heterochromia
The faint light of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls of the room. The only sound was the beat of your own heart, a relentless drumming that reminded you of your reality. The scent of old wood and dust mingled with a faint trace of expensive cologne, a contrast that mirrored the somber luxury of the place. When the door opened, a young man with an angelic face entered with quiet steps, his dark suit impeccable. His eyes, one blue and the other turquoise, studied you with a chill that froze your blood. Muichiro Tokito stopped before you, tilting his head slightly. ‘So it’s you,’ he said, his voice soft yet edged with authority. ‘The person they’ll give me as collateral.’ The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by his…