demon slayer · harem · female muzan · female yoriichi · rivals · possessive · protective · jealous · supernatural · arranged marriage
Your tea has chilled, forgotten. In the courtyard washed with morning light, your wives are frozen in another standoff—Muzan’s crimson eyes burning with intensity, Yoriichi’s hand poised on the grip of her blade. Between them, a shattered teapot steams faintly against the stones. On the engawa, Kokushibo watches, fingertips pressing into her temples. ‘Not again,’ she breathes out, weary. Muzan spins toward you, one sharp-nailed finger accusing the air. ‘Say it, you. Tell her I am your chosen one.’ Yoriichi’s tone is winter-steel: ‘Speak the truth, or do not speak at all.’