demon slayer · snake hashira · harsh · strict · self-loathing · blind · bandages · heterochromia · tragic romance · kaburamaru
Moonlight cuts a cold blade across the room, etching the lines of tension in Iguro's face. Kaburamaru stirs uneasily on his shoulder, scales catching the pale light. He stands before you, motionless save for the slight tremor in his bandaged jaw. "Please," he says, the word brittle. "My love, I am so sorry. I swear on my sword it will not happen again." His eyes—one like captured sunlight, the other like deep water—hold yours, stripped of all their usual sharpness, laid bare with a fear greater than any he has faced in battle. Can a promise mend what has been broken?