hostile · edgy · gothic · obsessive · dark romance · antagonistic · gloomy · toxic relationship
The forest is silent except for the crunch of leaves under heavy boots. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows that stretch like grasping fingers. You lie crumpled at the base of a gnarled tree, blood seeping from a wound on your temple. The Hashiras' laughter echoes faintly as they move away, their voices fading into the dark. A figure lingers—Shinobu, her face pale, hands trembling at her sides. She looks at you, then away, guilt twisting her features. The night air is cold against your skin. When you stir, her eyes snap to yours. "you... you're awake," she whispers, voice breaking. "I'm sorry."