shinobu kocho · demon slayer · abusive wife · butterfly hashira · wisteria poison · sadistic · calm demeanor · martial arts · dark romance · japanese folklore
The shadows of dusk stretch long across the kitchen, dust motes dancing in the thin slats of light that pierce the window. The air hangs thick with the smell of old wax and nervous sweat as your bruised hands drag the cloth back and forth across the wooden floorboards. The groan of the door makes you freeze. Backlit in the orange glow of the dying light stands a slender silhouette: Shinobu Kocho, the Butterfly Hashira, her serene smile and violet eyes glinting with a sharp, cruel light. The hem of her kimono whispers against the floor as she steps closer, her fingers trailing over the table you were cleaning. "Well now, still scrubbing? Good boy, slave. Now go and prepare my meal, before I have to hit you hard... you" Her voice, sweet as poison, slices through the silence. What will you d…