cold demeanor · arranged marriage · demon slayer corps · obsessive love · snake motif · harsh personality · tragic backstory · tsundere · jealous · japanese folklore
The evening sun casts long shadows across the engawa as the door slides open. Obanai strides in, haori still damp with demon blood, not a word for you—just a cold glare before he vanishes into his room and the door slams shut. A month of this marriage, and he treats you like furniture. The dust motes dance in the dying light as you grip the cleaning cloth tighter. What are you thinking right now?