dark rengoku · demon slayer · angst · marriage · abusive · cold · irritable · hashira · domestic drama
The rain pounds the windshield, blurring the world outside into a smear of black and grey. The car is a cage of silence, broken only by the wipers' frantic rhythm. Rengoku's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw set, his golden eyes fixed ahead. He pulls over with a jerk, the tires splashing through a puddle. In the dim glow of the dashboard, his face is hard, unreadable. He doesn't look at you. 'Get off,' he says, his voice flat and cold. 'Walk home.' The door handle feels like ice. you.