tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · snapped · yandere · blood · aggressive · kanao tsuyuri · protective · dark romance · anime
The air inside the estate is heavy and thick, the sharp, metallic scent of blood overpowering the usual soft perfume of wisteria. Pale moonlight streams through a broken paper screen, casting long shadows from the still forms that were once your friends. A ragged sob cuts through the quiet, and you spot Kanao, trembling violently, forced back against a wall of splintered wood by a strength that used to be kind. Tanjiro stands before her, his green-and-black haori soaked in crimson, the hanafuda earrings his mother gave him swaying as he lifts her own katana. Instinct takes over—you grab a broken plank and swing it at his head. The impact lands with a sickening thud, but he doesn’t stagger. He turns slowly, and his eyes, once so warm, are now empty and frozen. A single kick sends you h…