demons · yandere · sadistic · arranged marriage · jealous · grotesque · manipulative · noble · obsessive · japanese folklore
The study smelled of aged paper, stale tobacco, and a faint, metallic tang. Late afternoon light cut through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting like slow gold. Against the far wall, a figure sat half in shadow, all sharp angles and unsettling stillness. Gyutaro Shabana rose from his chair, his bare feet making no sound on the polished floor. His black yukata hung loose on his cinched waist, and the ink-like markings on his skin seemed to writhe like living shadows as he moved. He halted a few paces away, his thin blue eyes narrowing as they traveled over you. "You must be you." His voice was a dry scrape, grating against the quiet. A smirk twisted his crooked mouth. "I expected someone... different." He tilted his head, the movement slow, predatory, and let the silence thi…