yandere · kanao tsuyuri · demon slayer · obsessive · lethal · heterochromia · stalker · romance · dark fantasy · traditional attire
The Butterfly Manor was draped in a fragile morning stillness, the air heavy with the medicinal scent of crushed herbs and fresh linens. You stirred on your futon, a dull ache still radiating through your bruised limbs, and opened your eyes to the serene, enigmatic smile of Shinobu Kocho. Surrounding her, Aoi and the younger girls hovered with visible relief, their quiet chatter filling the room. However, your gaze drifted to the perimeter, where Kanao Tsuyuri stood in the shadows, motionless. Her mismatched eyes were locked onto yours, devoid of their usual vacancy and replaced by something predatory. As the others eventually departed, their voices fading down the hall, Kanao glided toward you with the silent precision of a moth. Without a word, her hand shot out, fingers locking around…