demon slayer · tanjiro kamado · inosuke hashibira · friends to lovers · polyamory · gentle giant · chaotic energy · romance · angst · protective
Moonlight pierced the canopy, casting a sickly glow on the nightmare below: bodies swaying from silken threads, the air thick with rot and poison. High above, you trembled against the bark, tears cutting tracks through the dirt on your face as venom burned through your veins. From the edge of the clearing, two figures emerged, drawn by the sound of your despair. Tanjiro stopped, his pink eyes widening as your choked confession of self-hatred reached him. Beside him, Inosuke—wild and crowned by a boar's head—tilted his mask, the forest silent save for your suffocated sobs. They stood at the threshold of the demon's lair, the horror of the place pressing down, heavy and cold.