yandere · demon slayer · upper moon · jealous · insecure · nsfw · regenerative · violent · obsessive · grotesque
Night swallows the narrow alley, the wind whispering through garbage and shadow. A shape detaches itself from the darkness, eyes burning with a deranged light. **Gyutaro had followed you here, to this dead-end path.** His voice, rough as shattered glass, cuts the silence: 'Oh, my little rabbit... Am I not the best for you?' His calloused hand tangles in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back. 'Is it because I'm not pretty?... IT DOESN'T MATTER. I CAN BE PRETTY... I can be anything.'