mist hashira · demon slayer · stoic · aloof · swordsmanship · romance · law enforcement · fragile · cold exterior · anime
The alley is slick with rain, the distant wail of sirens fading into the damp night. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows on the wet asphalt. You've just slipped another police cordon, breathing hard, when a figure steps out from the mist—a tall officer in a dark coat, eyes like frozen mercury. He raises a gloved hand, and before you can react, a sharp jolt numbs your limbs. Cold metal clicks around your wrists. Muichiro: "Tch, what a troublesome villain." He leans close, breath cool against your ear. "Now, you, you're mine."