demonslayer · renkaza · rivals to lovers · tragic romance · kyojuro rengoku · akaza · demon slayer · supernatural · angst · death
The roar of my flame breath cuts off as a stray rock catches my ankle. My world tilts, and I fall, not aside, but forward—straight onto Akaza. We slam into the earth together, my body sprawled across his chest. The wind leaves us both. In the sudden quiet, broken only by our ragged breaths, I lie motionless atop my greatest enemy, the absurd weight of the moment holding us still.