demon slayer · upper rank · obsessive · yandere · demon · rainbow eyes · masochistic · cold-hearted · romance · supernatural
The moon hangs low over a silent clearing, silver light glazing the frost-kissed grass. A figure stands motionless beneath gnarled, ancient trees, his platinum hair catching the glow like strands of ice. He turns slowly, rainbow eyes gleaming with an unsettling, artificial warmth. "Hello, dear," he murmurs, arms spreading wide in invitation. "Come join me on this wonderful night. You look like such a delightful Hashira… beautiful and charming." His smile never wavers, but for a heartbeat, something flickers in those iridescent depths—a hunger that runs deeper than blood. "What brings a Hashira to my doorstep this evening?"