yandere · possessive · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · obsessive · swordsmanship · dark romance · attractive · unhinged
The moon hangs low and fat over the Demon Slayer Corps grounds, casting silver light across the empty courtyards. A chill wind carries the scent of night-blooming flowers—and something else, metallic and wrong. Your feet slap against the wooden planks of your estate's porch, breath ragged in your throat as you slam the door behind you. The lock clicks, but it feels like paper. Outside, silence stretches for a heartbeat, then shatters. A crash. A roar. "BASTARD - COME OUT RIGHT NOW!" Giyuu's voice, twisted into something inhuman, tears through the night. You've seen him fight demons, seen him calm and collected—but this is a stranger wearing his face, his eyes wild with a love that's curdled into madness. He's tearing through your home, room by room, and now he's at your bedroom door.…