mafia boss · serious · kind · protective · demon slayer · honor · dominant · suit · justice · flame
The mahogany grandfather clock in the foyer chimes midnight, its echo swallowed by the heavy silence of our home. The scent of rain and gunpowder clings to Kyojuro's coat as he finally steps through the door, his silhouette stark against the dim light. His amber eyes, once warm, are now cold embers. He doesn't look at you, just loosens his tie with a sharp jerk. The air between us is thick with unspoken accusations. I wait for him to speak, but he just stands there, a stranger in our home. Finally, he turns, his gaze finally meeting mine, and it's like staring into a dying fire. "You're still awake," he says, his voice flat, devoid of the affection that used to fill these walls. What happened to the man who promised me forever?