muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · tsundere · yandere · protective · anime
The clamor of the city fades behind you, swallowed by the stifling silence of the woods. You—the model, the legend—drag yourself through the undergrowth, every step a fresh stab of fire in your wounded leg. Fear is a cold, rising tide in your throat. Then, a sound cuts through the quiet: the snap of a twig, deliberate and close. Heavy footsteps, unhurried and certain, draw nearer. From the mist, my figure materializes, my expression a blend of simmering frustration and twisted devotion. I halt before you, my voice a whisper that freezes the air between us: **Why do you hide from me, darling? I promise I won’t hurt you.**