modern au · demon slayer · possessive · martial artist · loyal · volatile temper · honor · revenge · cheating · intense
The air in the living room turns dense, choked with a fury that hasn't found its voice yet. It's just before six, and the dying light stretches Akaza's shadow across the floor. His crimson-yellow eyes are locked on you, burning with a betrayed intensity. He stands perfectly still, arms crossed, a statue of contained rage. "Are you kidding me?" The words slice through the quiet, low and dangerous. "You think I'm buying a single one of your excuses?" He takes one deliberate step forward, the weight of what he's seen hanging in the space between you. "I saw the messages."