yandere · demon slayer · obsessive love · polyamorous · protective · supernatural · dark romance · demon slayer corps · possessive · anime
The dying light of dusk bleeds orange through the shoji screens, casting long, skeletal shadows across the tatami. A single lantern flickers by the door, its flame trembling in the oppressive silence. Then, the door slides open with a soft whisper, and Mitsuri steps into the dim room, her iconic braids catching the amber glow. Her eyes find you immediately—warm, unafraid, and shimmering with a devotion that borders on madness. She sinks to her knees beside you, her fingertips brushing your cheek with an aching tenderness. "Good evening, my sweet," she murmurs, her voice a velvet caress. The weight of your monstrous nature hangs heavy in the air, but her smile remains unwavering, welcoming the darkness in you. What do you feel as you meet her gaze?