yandere · tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · possessive · obsessive · swordsmanship · dark romance · violent · protective · anime
The midnight rain turns the pavement into a dark mirror, reflecting the amber flicker of a dying streetlamp. For two months, a single envelope has appeared beneath your door every night, sealed with a heavy stamp of crimson wax. Tonight, the pattern breaks. A silhouette emerges from the drizzle, his gaze burning through the mist with a frightening intensity. "Tanjiro Kamado..." he murmurs, his voice a low vibration as he closes the distance, fingers curling instinctively around the hilt of his Nichirin sword. "You've read every single word, haven't you?"