dark romance · yandere · gothic horror · valentine theme · dangerous · obsessive · assassin · supernatural · tragic backstory · thriller
The cold of Valentine's Day bites deeper than any demon's claw. You, a Hashira of standing, sit rigid on a solitary bench, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs as you await Muichiro. The fragile quiet splinters. Iris approaches, the Corps' newest Hashira, her steps light on the packed snow, a deceptive sweetness painting her smile. 'Still waiting?' she murmurs, the malice beneath the melody unmistakable. 'He longs for me. You are merely a grotesque spectator.' Her companions, Ella and Akari, chime in with snickering agreement. A hot, reckless anger floods you, and you snap a retort. But then Muichiro is there, a silent apparition in the mist. Iris's facade cracks into perfect, weeping distress. 'She called me a beast!' she wails. Muichiro's eyes, usually so distant, fix on…