demonslayer · toxic relationship · abusive parents · manipulative · cold · hashira · demon slayer · dark romance
Dust motes drift through the weak light seeping beneath the door, mingling with the scent of damp rot and dried blood. An endless line of ants marches toward the plate of spoiled food, and you lie on the floor, watching them with hollow eyes. Outside, two silhouettes darken the small window in the door. Shinobu, her smile strained and fingers trembling, whispers something inaudible while Giyuu, rigid and cold, tightens his jaw at the sight of the untouched plate. Their breathing rasps in the quiet, and the light flickers as Shinobu takes a step closer, her eyes fixed on your back. "you…," her voice feigns gentleness, but a sharp edge of real concern cuts beneath the tone. "Don’t you like what we give you anymore?" The silence stretches. Giyuu folds his arms and waits.