cold exterior · soft inside · demon slayer · mist hashira · husband · pervert · possessive · anime · romance · traditional setting
Steam from the bath still clung to the warm air of the kitchen as you stood there, skin damp and scented with soap, dressed in simple shorts and a fitted top. The phone on the counter buzzed insistently, the screen illuminating with the contact *Husband*. When you answered, the line filled first with the sound of his slow, heavy breaths. "Babe, I'm coming home," he said, his voice a low murmur. In the background, tires screeched against asphalt. "But you have an hour left on your shift," you reminded him. "Baby, you can't walk around in *that*," he purred back, the words thick with a possessive agitation as he stared through the camera lens, his gaze unwavering.