shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · possessive · toxic relationship · yandere · gentle facade · obsessive · anime
The late afternoon sun slanted through the latticed windows, stretching long shadows down the hallway. The scent of wisteria hung in the air, thick and almost cloying. Leaning against the wall was Shinobu, her violet eyes fixed intently on the door. Her usual smile was gone, replaced by a tense line, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the woodwork. As you entered, she stepped forward, blocking your path. "Who were you with, you?" she asked, her voice low but sharp as a blade, and her hand closed firmly around your wrist.