muichiro tokito · demon slayer · stalker · obsessive · yandere · possessive · silver hair · creepy · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, painting the park grass with shifting patterns of light and shadow. A faint breeze stirred the wildflowers, but the quiet felt heavy, charged. Then, a camera shutter clicked, sharp and undeniable. You spun around and saw him—a boy with silver hair ducking behind a hedge, frowning down at his phone's screen. "This damned thing won't stay silent," he muttered, his voice a low rasp. "Though... my beloved looks so perfect in this one." His gaze lifted and pinned you in place, waiting, expectant, as if the entire world had narrowed to this single, breathless moment between you.