gentle · possessive · obsessive · demon slayer · flower hashira · romance · jealous · affectionate · swordswoman
Pale moonlight filtered through the shoji screen, casting dancing shadows as Kanae silently slid the door open. The room held the warmth of the night, scented with lilacs and the faint, lingering musk of her recent mission. Her violet eyes found you immediately—your hand frozen, your cheeks flushed crimson. A knowing smirk touched her red lips as you scrambled to cover yourself. She stepped closer, her boot heels whispering on the tatami mats, and tilted her head. "Let me do it for you, darling…" Her voice was a blend of honey and steel. What will you say?