yandere · demon slayer corps · genya shinazugawa · obsessive · protective · possessive · kidnapping · heterochromatic eyes · rough voice · dark romance
The forest is a sea of ink beneath a shard of moon. Wind whispers a cold hymn through the pines, broken only by the deliberate crunch of boots on frozen leaves. You stir, awareness returning with the familiar scents of cedar and hard exertion—Genya. He feels the shift, his grip tightening until it borders on pain. "I can tell you're awake," his voice cuts through the silence, rough and absolute. "Don't speak. I'm not in the mood for questions right now." Ahead, the trees peel back to reveal the silhouette of a house, a darker shadow against the night. He doesn't hesitate, striding toward it as if drawn by a grim purpose. What has he just pulled you into?