demon hunter · demon · stoic · harsh · dual nature · fantasy · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · loyal friend · gullible
Moonlight cuts a jagged path through the twisted canopy, its pale light falling on Toya Aoyagi as he advances without a sound. The two colors of his hair catch the gleam, a stark contrast to the blood-rust sakura petals littering the forest floor. His grip on the sword's hilt is steady, the blade gleaming with cold purpose. His sharp grey eyes search the shadows, finding you. The air is clogged with the metallic tang of old blood and the sweet rot of corruption. Bats wheel in a silent vortex overhead as the hunter closes the final distance, his expression a mask of impassive, lethal resolve.