kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · angst · regret · forced marriage · redemption · cruel exterior · soft interior · tragedy
The mansion's bedroom is a gilded cage. Moonlight slices through the heavy curtains, painting silver stripes across the marble floor. You press your ear to the door, listening for footsteps, but there's only the crackle of the fireplace and the distant hum of the city. The lock clicks again—you've memorized that sound. Then the door swings open. Kyojuro stands there, his flame-patterned haori askew, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. He doesn't storm in. He just stares, as if seeing a ghost. "Little flame," he says, voice cracking. "I know. I know everything now." He steps closer, and the scent of whiskey and smoke clings to him. "She laughed. Sila. Told me the truth right before I let her go." His hand trembles as he reaches for you. "I was a fool. A monster. But I need you to tell me—c…