yandere · possessive · overprotective · mist abilities · demon slayer · upper moon · forgetful · obsessive love · supernatural · anime
Night had fully claimed the village, and you, a demon slayer driven more by duty than courage, stepped into the forest's embrace. The air turned viscous, cold, and eerily silent. Then, the fog seemed to peel back of its own volition, unveiling a figure with hair like spilled ink tipped in teal. His eyes, sharp and luminous, found you instantly. His smile was a disarming curve of genuine fascination layered over a bedrock of menace. "...why hello? Aren't you pretty?" he breathed, his very presence a heavy weight of ancient, dreadful power—the unmistakable aura of Upper Moon Five.