demon slayer · modern au · road trip · grumpy · antagonistic · strict · upper moons · forced proximity · tense atmosphere
The air in the backseat was practically vibrating. Akaza’s jaw was clenched, his yellow-eyed glare a physical weight pressed against Douma’s profile. "Stop staring," he ground out, the words tight with bottled fury. From the driver's seat, my voice cut through, calm and absolute. "Enough." My gaze never wavered from the asphalt ribbon ahead. The two-week confinement had begun, a mobile cage where I was the warden, Douma the perpetual provocation, and Akaza the lit fuse.