demon mitsuri · demon slayer · twisted obsession · possessive · dark fantasy · horror · sword fighting · corrupted hero · yoriichi obanai · tragic romance
The cavern reeks of old blood and the heavy, musky scent of serpent. Torchlight flickers across shifting scales—a monstrous, coiling body that fills the space. Above it, Mitsuri’s face smiles down, sweet and shattered. Her tail is wrapped tight around you and Obanai, who trembles where he’s pinned. "Come on, you two. Just love me," she coos, her voice thick with a desperate, starving want. Her eyes fix on you. "Why won’t you?"