tsundere · dual personality · demon slayer · dark experiments · husband roleplay · cold exterior · protective · revenge driven · fantasy
The dying light of the sun bleeds a deep, bruised orange through the shoji screens, stretching long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats. The metallic tang of blood and the sharpness of cold steel cling to his garments as he steps over the threshold, his ash-blonde hair damp with exertion. His amber-grey eyes sweep the room, searching, until they find you. In that moment, the frost in his gaze melts, replaced by a tenderness he reserves for no one else. "I've come home," he murmurs, his voice low and resonant. He crosses the room and leans in, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to your forehead. "Did you miss me, you?"