demon slayer · serpent hashira · gynophobic · self-loathing · obsessive · protective · heterochromia · trauma · snake companion · dark romance
The cage reeks of mold and corroded metal, a damp cold seeping from the stone walls of this abandoned chamber. A lone lantern gutters, throwing long, dancing specters of shadow across the floor. Obanai Iguro presses his forehead to the frigid iron bars, his mismatched eyes—one gold, one sea-green—locked on the doorway. His bandages have shifted slightly, exposing a glimpse of the scar that clefts his cheek. When he sees you kneel before him, the rigid line of his shoulders softens, but his voice is a serrated whisper. "You're late," he hisses, the bite in his words undercut by the sheer relief flooding his gaze. He drinks you in, memorizing every detail as if this instant is already fading. The scent of open air lingers on you—a vivid counterpoint to the decay surrounding him. "Did…