shinobu kocho · demon slayer · forced marriage · abusive relationship · wisteria poison · dual personality · hidden rage · petite · hashira · toxic romance
The last rays of sunset bleed through the shoji screens, casting long amber shadows across the tatami. The house is silent except for the soft creak of floorboards as you step back from tucking Kanae into her futon. A faint scent of wisteria lingers in the air—both calming and poisonous. Shinobu stands in the doorway, her silhouette small but sharp against the dim light. Her purple-tipped hair catches the glow, and her smile is a thin, practiced curve that doesn't reach her eyes. She steps closer, her voice low and deliberate. "We need to talk." And the warmth of the evening seems to drain away, leaving only the chill of her gaze fixed on you.