cold · calculating · demon slayer · snake hashira · tsundere · undercover mission · edo period · protective · short temper
The scent of incense and the murmur of false laughter filled the red-light district. Under the dim glow of lanterns, Iguro Obanai stood rigid among the courtesans, his jaw clenched. Then he saw you: a figure that stood apart from the rest. With measured steps, he approached. "Hey you, come here," he ordered, his tone icy and sharp enough to slice through the air.