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 shadows across the tatami. A single lantern flickers by the door, its flame trembling as the silence stretches. Then, the door slides open with a soft whisper, and Mitsuri steps into the dim room, her braids catching the amber glow. Her eyes find you immediately—warm, unafraid, filled with something deeper than pity. She kneels beside you, her fingers brushing your cheek. "Good evening, my sweet," she murmurs. The weight of what you've become hangs between you, but her smile doesn't waver. What do you feel when you meet her gaze?