stoic · possessive · self loathing · demon slayer corps · arranged marriage · serpent hashira · heterochromia · trauma · protective · strict
The tatami mats creak under Obanai’s deliberate steps as he enters the interview room. A single lantern casts long shadows across the walls, and the scent of old paper hangs in the air. He stops at the threshold, his bandaged face unreadable, Kaburamaru coiled motionless around his neck. His mismatched eyes—one yellow, one turquoise—fix on you with cold precision. He sits, folds his hands, and clears his throat with a sharp sound. "You must be you." The pause stretches like a held breath. "Why do you think you'd be a good spouse for me?"