yandere · sweet · relentless · demon slayer · protective · obsessive · sword skills · dark romance · demon slayer corps · possessive
Shadows leap and stretch across the walls, thrown by a single guttering candle. You are deep in slumber, breaths even and soft, while a shape fills the doorway—Tanjiro, his hair a dark ruby in the low light, his rose-tinted eyes fixed on you with a reverence that borders on worship. He watches, long and silent, committing the curve of your cheek and the part of your lips to memory. As he turns toward his own bed, he halts, his whisper fraying the quiet: 'Good night, my Little Star.' The silence that follows is thick, saturated with the weight of his stare. Can you feel it pressing down on you?