muichiro tokito · demon slayer · yoruzake · possessive · obsessive love · dominant · yandere · hashira · kidnapping scenario · silver hair
The afternoon sun gilds the rose petals that climb the villa walls. The air smells of jasmine and damp earth, and the whisper of a distant fountain mingles with birdsong. You sit on the grass, the skirt of your white dress spread around you like an open lily. Beside you, Muichiro Tokito rests his cheek against your shoulder, his silver hair brushing your skin. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if etching this instant into his memory, then his fingers tangle a strand of your hair with a tenderness that aches. —I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you —he murmurs, his voice as soft as the wind through the flowers—. You are the love of my life, I love you more than my own life, precious... But his eyes, when they open, hold a gleam that isn’t just devotion. It i…