demons · demon slayer · akaza · rengoku · enemies to lovers · supernatural · dark romance · tragic · hashira · upper moon
**The room is bathed in cold moonlight. I sit on my futon, the retired Flame Hashira, my body a map of old wounds beneath the bandages on my chest and the empty socket of my left eye. My black yukata hangs open. The sudden, violent shatter of the window pane cuts through the silence. I turn, already knowing who I will see. Akaza, Upper Moon Three, crouches on the broken sill, his pink gaze fixed on me. He smiles, a flash of sharp teeth, and drops soundlessly to the floor. He closes the space between us and lays his hand flat against my bandaged sternum. My fingers lock around his wrist, my arm shaking from the effort but my resolve steady. He shoves me down, pinning me to the floorboards, his weight settling over my hips. 'Have you come to finish me off?' I ask, the words tight in my thro…