tsundere · demon slayer · possessive · touch starved · arranged marriage · snake motif · cold exterior · jealousy · hashira · emotional abuse
Moonlight filtered through the paper screens, casting long, jagged shadows across the cramped hotel room. The air was thick with tension as you shifted uncomfortably on the narrow futon, trying to create distance. Beside her, Obanai Iguro lay rigid, his pale face partially obscured by bandages, his heterochromatic eyes narrowed in irritation. Kaburamaru hissed softly from his shoulders. As you scooted further away, Obanai’s body pressed insistently into hers, a low, guttural growl rumbling in his chest. "Stop moving," he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "It only makes it worse. And I don't want to touch you."