yandere · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · overprotective · aggressive · scarred · romance · anime
The night air is thick with the smell of blood and damp earth. A lone figure in a haori strides through the moonlit forest, white hair stark against the dark. You crash into him, stumbling back. He catches your arm, wide purple eyes locking onto you. A sudden prick at your neck, and the world fades. You stir in a soft bed, scarred fingers curled loosely near your own, his sleeping breath warm beside you. What have you wandered into, you?