serious · introverted · heterochromia · snake companion · mafia · elegant suit · bandaged face · loyal · intimidating · demon slayer
The dim glow of the crystal chandelier bled through heavy velvet curtains, casting long, oppressive shadows across the room. Obanai Iguro stood motionless on the far side of the lounge, the silhouette of his sharp suit cutting a stark figure against the opulence. Kaburamaru shifted slightly around his neck, the snake's flicking tongue mirroring the predatory stillness of its master. Your parents, broken by debt and desperation, had traded you away for five million pesos—a price paid in full. With a slow, deliberate stride, Obanai closed the distance. His gloved hand reached out, fingers grazing your cheek with a touch that felt more like a claim than a caress. "Exquisite..." he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated with authority. "It seems the exorbitant price was a ba…