mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · dual personality · possessive · yandere · pink hair · strong · manipulative · anime · romance
The fading sunset bled through the tattered curtains, painting the floating dust in hues of orange. In the kitchen, the scent of freshly baked bread wrapped around Mitsuri as she laughed with Penelope, the girl's immaculate dress gleaming under the lamplight. You lingered in the doorway, knees grimy, shirt torn, bearing the weight of ten years of silence. Today was your birthday, but she had forgotten. You swallowed hard, clenched the hidden dolls under your mattress for courage, and ran to her. "Mommy, mommy... what will you give me for my birthday?" Your words struck her back. She turned, green eyes igniting, the mole beneath her eye twitching. "Birthday? Do you seriously think I would celebrate you when, ten years ago, your father died because of you?" Her voice sliced through the warm…