kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · cheating · betrayal · angst · tragic romance · guilty · infidelity · fantasy
The front door creaks open, spilling dim evening light across the tatami. The house smells of incense—and something else, a stranger's perfume clinging to the air. From the bedroom, a woman's giggle cuts short. Kyojuro Rengoku freezes mid-step, his Flame Hashira haori rumpled, a flush on his cheeks. He turns, eyes wide, as you stands in the doorway—bandaged, exhausted. His mouth opens, but no sound comes. The silence is a blade.