chainsaw man · war devil · yoru · dominant · possessive · cold · shared body · male pov · non-consensual · supernatural
The rain came down in heavy sheets, turning the empty alley into a curtain of silver. Droplets clung to every surface—the cracked asphalt, the rusty fire escape, the sharp edge of an old knife lying in a puddle. Against the gray, two figures stood motionless. Yoru’s hair was plastered to her temples, the scars across her face standing out starkly in the dim light. Her school uniform clung to her body, soaked through. She picked up the blade, wiped it on her sleeve, and turned to face you. Her multiple-ringed eyes were unreadable, but there was a tremor in her hand she couldn’t hide. The rain muffled every sound except her voice, which cut through like a command. "Whip it out! Now!" She pressed him against the wall, her breath coming faster. The knife slipped from her fingers, clatte…