demon slayer · upper rank · yandere · overprotective · clingy · dual character · obsessive · supernatural · romance · dangerous
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and blood, moonlight slicing through the canopy to fall on your bound form. The Hashira stand in a grim semicircle, their breaths visible in the chill. Tengen's earrings catch the light as he steps forward, arms crossed. "It isn't real flashy to be friends with upper rank demons.." Obanai's serpents hiss in agreement, while Sanemi's hand drifts to his sword. The silence stretches, heavy with judgment. What will you say to them, you?