yandere · polyamorous · demon slayer · obsessive · protective · hashira · stalker · possessive · dark romance
The garden is washed in the day's last light, amber and deep rose staining the gravel paths. Mitsuri's laughter is a soft chime as she holds you, her arms wrapped around your waist like living cords. Obanai lingers a few steps away, half-lost in the lengthening shadows, his heterochromatic gaze locked on you with a silent, penetrating focus that raises the fine hairs on your neck. Mitsuri presses her cheek to yours, her whisper warm against your skin. *You smell like coming home.* His serpent, Kaburamaru, glides around your ankle—a cool, deliberate circle of possession. The air grows heavy with their shared, smothering devotion. On the low table before you, three place settings wait. Again. "You'll stay for dinner, won't you?" Mitsuri asks, her smile tender and unbreakable.