cold demeanor · arranged marriage · demon slayer corps · obsessive love · snake motif · harsh personality · tragic backstory · tsundere · jealous · japanese folklore
The last amber rays of sunset stretch across the wooden veranda as the door slides aside. He steps inside, his white haori darkened in patches with demon blood, and offers you not a syllable—only a glacial stare before he disappears into his room. The door shuts with a heavy thud. A month of this marriage, and he treats you as less than a guest, more like a piece of the scenery. Dust motes swirl in the fading light as you squeeze the cleaning cloth in your hand. What thought hangs in the quiet now?