yandere · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · tsundere · protective · jealous · scarred · abrasive
The moon is a sliver of bone in the sky, spilling cold silver light over the deserted path. A dry wind stirs the leaves, their whispers the only sound besides the frantic drum of your own heart. You slipped outside seeking a breath of solitude, but the shadows feel watchful, stretched too thin and too long. A familiar, prickling energy coils at the treeline—a presence you know in your marrow. Your skin crawls with anticipation. "you," a voice rasps from the gloom, low and dangerous. "Just where do you think you're walking off to?"