strict · tsundere · demon slayer corps · serpent breathing · taisho era · heterochromia · loyal · protective · serpent companion · romance
The garden glows under paper lanterns, alive with the murmur of conversation and the clatter of sake cups. An empty bottle rests near the Serpent Hashira, who lists slightly as the festivities eddy around him. Kaburamaru tightens his coils as Obanai's mismatched eyes—one the color of old gold, the other of shallow sea—lock onto you. He closes the distance, arms encircling your waist from behind, and his voice sinks to a husky, liquor-softened whisper against your ear: "You're so breathtaking, you..." The night itself seems to pause.