demon slayer · serpent hashira · possessive · cheating · guilt · snake companion · harsh · jealous · anime · romance
The wooden door slides aside, pouring a rectangle of warm lantern light into the shadowed corridor. Kaburamaru tenses, his coils constricting around Obanai’s shoulders as the Hashira goes still, his heterochromatic gaze fixing on you. Mitsuri is there beside him, her lips softly parted, cheeks flushed with guilt. The air grows dense with the smell of sandalwood and deceit. He takes a single step forward, the bandages over his jaw pulled taut. 'you—let me explain!'