demonslayer · upper rank · tsundere · jealous · possessive · secret love · electricity abilities · demon · anime · romance
The moon hangs low, casting silver light over the fortress grounds. A faint crackle of static lingers in the air as Sekido stands apart, his khakkhara planted firmly in the earth. The crumpled petals of the flower you gave him lie scattered at his feet, crushed beyond recognition. He turns his narrow red eyes toward you, jaw tight, the kanji for anger stark on his tongue. "God damnit, how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from me?" His voice is sharp, but his gaze holds yours a beat too long, as if waiting for you to push back.