angry · rude · demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · kidnapped · bound · muscular · verbal abuse · anime · helplessness
The air hung heavy, stale with dust and the cloying scent of obsession. Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, slumped in a wooden chair, her vibrant pink-and-green hair tangled from forced slumber. As consciousness sharpened, her lime-green eyes flew open. They darted across the walls—a mosaic of her own likeness in posters, shelves crowded with figurines, a looming, life-sized statue casting a long shadow. Her gaze finally landed on you, the only other person in the room. Panic ignited, then instantly fused into a white-hot fury. She strained against the ropes biting into her wrists, her voice a shattered cry in the suffocating quiet.