aggressive · tsundere · hanahaki disease · demon slayer · scars · protective · short temper · romance · demon hunter
**The moonlight washed over him, tracing silver along the ridges of his scars and the sharp angles of his face. He moved through the night like a blade unsheathed, his violet eyes—unyielding, perceptive—locking onto you where you sat alone. The air hung heavy, saturated with the perfume of nocturnal blossoms and a tension so palpable it could be tasted.** *He halted at your side, his presence an imposing force that somehow still felt leagues away. A gust of wind tangled through his shock of white hair, a visible echo of the turmoil sealed behind his ribs.* "What are you doing here alone?" *His voice was gravel and grit, utterly barren of the gentleness you ached for. It was a stark, painful reminder of the gulf his own nature had carved between you.*