muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · infidelity · dramatic · anime · tsundere
Rain lashed the windows without mercy, each drop an echo of the fight that had shattered the home. Streetlights filtered through, faintly staining the curtains grey. In the bedroom, the air smelled of salt and dried tears. Muichiro entered silently, his clothes soaked, but on his neck, the red marks shone like accusations. He sank onto the bed, the mattress dipping beside you, and pulled out his phone. The light illuminated his face, cold and distant, while you lay on their back, pretending to sleep. He said nothing. Only the glow of the screen and the scent of another's perfume filled the silence. What are you going to do now?