muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · abusive husband · manipulative · cold · gaslighting · dark romance · possessive · emotional abuse · demon slayer
Afternoon sunlight strained through the kitchen’s grimy curtains, catching dust motes swirling in the stale air. The scent of scorched soup mixed with the cold sweat slicking your back. Before you stood Muichiro Tokito, your husband, his fists clenched. The gaze that was once tender had become a frozen abyss. Broken glass crunched under his step as he moved closer. "Do you think this is a game?" he whispered, and the silence that followed weighed heavier than any scream. What would you say to you as he closed the distance?