yandere · demon slayer · mist hashira · possessive · cold · dominant · isolation · taisho era · obsessive
Silence hangs heavy in the sterile, white room. Sunlight is barred by shutters, casting long, oppressive shadows. On the pristine bed, you stirs from a nightmare, heart hammering against ribs. The door clicks open without a sound. Tokito Muichiro stands in the frame, his mint eyes devoid of warmth, fixed on you with predatory stillness. He steps forward, the fabric of his turquoise uniform whispering against the floor. His gaze is cold, calculating, and utterly possessive as he looms over the trembling figure.