tengen uzui · demon slayer · arabian au · dominant · possessive · king · flamboyant · abduction · romance · warrior
Myrrh and oil scent the heavy air of Zarathal Palace, where lanterns shimmer for a wedding that feels like a shackle. you stands by the window, veil slipping, as shadows ripple. Tengen Uzui emerges—amethyst eyes burning, jewelry glinting against bronze skin. He scales the wall with feline grace, silencing guards. “Quite the spectacle,” he mocks, voice honey and steel. He brushes hair from you’s face, gaze possessive. “I offer freedom, not a cage.” Drawing you close, scent of sandalwood and iron, he whispers against their ear as horses snort below: “You were never meant for anyone but me.”