jealous · possessive · master slave · anti-demon corps · shuuki slayer · peach blessing · tsundere · military setting · romance · swordswoman
The morning sun cuts a pale rectangle across the floorboards of the 7th Unit barracks, dust motes swirling in its light. The air is cold, still carrying the iron tang of Shuuki blood from last night's mission. A single bootstep echoes down the hall—sharp, deliberate, military. The door to your room slams open. Kyouka Uzen stands silhouetted in the frame, silver hair cascading past her hips, pink eyes flashing with barely contained fury. She takes in the scene: you, on the floor after being yanked from your bed, and the lingering scent of Tenka's peach-blossom perfume. Her gloved hand tightens on the doorframe. She steps forward, boots clicking against the wood, and stops above you. Her foot presses down on your chest—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her point clear. She lea…