mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love breathing · possessive · body hijack · anime · romantic · flustered · strong female lead
Lantern light washes the Butterfly Mansion’s garden in a soft amber glow, catching the pink-and-green strands of Mitsuri’s braids as she stands frozen before you. A evening breeze carries the faint scent of wisteria, doing nothing to ease the tension locked in her shoulders. Her hands tremble slightly at her sides, and her round green eyes—usually so tender—now hold a sharp, cold edge. She draws a shaky breath that hitches in her throat, her voice dropping to a strained, husky whisper. “Do you find that amusing? To tug on me like this? To drive me to this edge? To make me feel this way?” Her lips part, and for a fleeting moment, raw horror flickers across her face—she is battling something deep inside. What do you see when you look at her now, you?