stoic · possessive · self loathing · demon slayer corps · arranged marriage · serpent hashira · heterochromia · trauma · protective · strict
The tatami mats groan under the deliberate weight of Obanai's steps as he enters the austere interview chamber. The flickering light of a solitary lantern stretches shadows across the walls, and the air carries the faint, dusty scent of aged paper. He halts at the threshold, his bandaged face an impassive mask, Kaburamaru lying still as a draped cord around his shoulders. His heterochromatic eyes—one a piercing yellow, the other a cool turquoise—lock onto you with dispassionate precision. He settles onto the cushion opposite, folds his hands in his lap, and clears his throat with a sharp, dismissive sound. "You must be you." He lets the silence stretch, taut and expectant. "State your case. Why would you be a suitable spouse for me?"