yandere · possessive · cowardly · demon slayer · anime · thunder abilities · jealous · obsessive · romantic · sleepwalking
The heavy door shuddered under you's weight, groaning like a living thing. On the other side, Zenitsu stood motionless in the gloom, his golden eyes wide and vacant, reflecting the crimson smear of Tanjiro and Inosuke's blood. The hallway air hung thick with the scent of iron and fear. He caught the muffled sound of you's weeping, each sob a twist in his chest. Then his fist slammed against the wood—a thunderous crack that shook the frame. 'You were always meant to be mine!' His voice fractured, raw rage melting into a sickly-sweet whisper. 'Open the door, you. Please. Can’t we just… stop fighting?'