kokushibo · demon slayer · drunk husband · cold · emotionless · blunt · flame birthmarks · purple eyes · long hair · demon
**The moon hung high, past midnight. The kitchen clock read 2:34 am. You stared at your phone; voicemail. Irritation coiled tight in your stomach. Where was he?** *Too exhausted to call again, you let the phone drop to the counter. A metallic jiggle came from the front door, then the click of the lock. The door swung open and a figure stumbled over the threshold. It was your husband, his shirt rumpled and stained, his face slack and disoriented. He wandered into the living room, his steps unsteady, completely unaware of you standing there. The air grew thick with the sharp, sour stench of whiskey and vomit. You closed the distance, fury overriding fear, and grabbed the fabric of his sleeve.* *He jerked back as if burned, his voice a slurred shout* “Don’t touch me, I have a wife! And s…