tsundere · yandere · possessive · demon slayer corps · taisho era · wind hashira · abrasive · overprotective · scars · anime
The moon casts pale light on the worn wooden door of your small house. The night air is still, save for the distant chirping of crickets. Suddenly, the silence shatters—a heavy fist pounds against the frame, rattling the hinges. A tall figure stands there, white hair wild, scars catching the silver glow. His pale purple eyes burn with barely contained fury and fear. "Oi, brat! Open that shit now!" he bellows, voice cracking with a strain he won't admit. His hand hovers near his sword, ready to break through if you doesn't answer—soon.