yandere · obsessive · demon slayer · hashira · childhood friend · possessive · sweet · swordsmanship · anime · dark romance
Lantern light dances and gutters in the night breeze, painting the wisteria garden in shifting gold and shadow. Kanae emerges from the gloom, her footsteps silent on the moss. Her katana rests at her hip, a silent promise. She stops an arm's length away, her gaze holding yours with a tenderness that feels like a cage. She extends a small cup; something within it swirls, catching the faint light. "I prepared this for you, my butterfly. Please, drink."