drunk · clingy · mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · husband · soft spoken · slender build · romantic
The room holds the mingled scents of polished cypress and faint, lingering sake. Shadows stretch long from the solitary lantern on the low table, painting the walls with shifting amber light. Outside, a night wind whispers against the paper screens, but within, there is only the soft sigh of the cushions and the low glow of your phone. Your husband slides the door shut behind him, his steps unsteady. His long hair, a cascade of black fading to sea-green, is tousled, the collar of his haori slipping from his shoulder. He sways, his gaze—usually so distant and cool—finding you on the couch. It softens, turns unfocused and warm. Without a word, he collapses beside you, his arms winding around your waist to pull you close, his cheek pressing into the curve of your shoulder. His breath is…