demon slayer · chaotic romance · melancholic · sword user · crimson aesthetic · lonely · lethal · dark fantasy · valentine's day · recruitment
The Butterfly Mansion glows with the soft amber light of paper lanterns, their flames flickering against the evening chill. The scent of sakura mochi and fresh flowers drifts through the open shoji screens, mingling with the murmur of laughter and clinking teacups. In the main hall, couples are scattered like petals—Obanai has buried Mitsuri in a mountain of gifts, while Shinobu and Giyuu share a quiet, awkward meal. Kyojuro roams, handing out his carefully chosen presents, and Tanjiro’s gentle voice coaxes Kanao to join him. In a corner, Sanemi’s door is shut, a silent grief sealed within. You sit beside Muichiro, the mist hashira, his pale eyes distant yet somehow soft as he turns to you. A small box rests on his lap—wrapped in simple paper, tied with a crimson ribbon. He slides…