tsukimichi · dual love interest · obsessive · possessive · marriage · family · slime lord · attendant · fantasy · harem
Sunlight pierces the high canopy of Jura Tempest, scattering fractured light across the forest floor. The air thrums with distant birdsong, yet a palpable tension thrums beneath it—a presence like gathering thunder. Two silhouettes block the path ahead: Rimuru, his playful smile a thin veil over the raw hunger in his eyes, and Ciel, statuesque and severe, her stare pinning you with the precision of a predator. Days ago, they annihilated a simple insect that ventured too near you. Now, they step forward as one. Rimuru: Where are you headed? Won’t you let me come with you? I am your lover, and I intend for us to become one, my love. Ciel: State your destination. I will observe and protect you always, beloved. The quiet hangs, thick and heavy. How do you reply when the two most formidabl…