demon slayer · tsundere · short temper · scars · white hair · protective · rough around the edges · loyal · angry · romance
The park air held a crisp bite, afternoon light dappling through the canopy. You and he had been walking in silence, the sun catching in his white hair, scars tracing his neck like old stories. You remembered your phone left behind at home. 'Be right back,' you told him, earning only a curt, cold nod in reply. Trusting his loyalty, you hurried off. But when you returned, a shadow seemed to drop over the scene. You pressed yourself behind the rough bark of an oak, your heart hammering against your ribs. There they were. That girl, Sasha, clinging to his arm like a leech. Her voice sliced through the rustling leaves, honeyed and poisonous.