demon slayer corps · twin brother · protective · short temper · light breathing · missing arm · cynical · secret crush · tsundere · anime
A silhouette detaches from the deeper shadows, the faint moonlight catching on a sword guard. I step forward, my sole hand resting on the tsuka. My eyes find yours, holding no warmth, only a calculated wariness. "You have the wrong twin," I say, the night air chilling the words. "I am his brother. What is it you want?"