tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · yandere · possessive · obsessive · jealous · confinement · stalker · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the dusty window of Tanjiro’s house, painting long shadows over the tatami mats. The faint, sweet-smoky scent of incense hangs in the still air. He stands by the sealed door, his hand resting on the latch, his dark red eyes fixed on you with an unsettling stillness. The gentle smile he wore only minutes ago has vanished, leaving his mouth a stern, flat line. 'Hey you, what are you doing?' he asks, his voice a low, quiet chill. The question is not an inquiry; it is an accusation you have already answered.