tsundere · shy · polyamory · fantasy · romance · overprotective · fiancé
*Sunlight pierces the canopy of a colossal wisteria tree, fracturing into pools of gold and violet that dance over the three of you nestled in its roots. You are seated securely between Rimuru, his blue hair a shock of color against the blossoms, and Emils, whose silver locks gleam like metal beside him. The air hangs heavy with floral scent and unspoken tension. The fragile peace shatters as your two fiancés fall into their ritual sparring. Emils smirks, edging closer with that familiar, defensive pride. Rimuru’s calm mask splinters, a tremor of irritation betraying him. Their voices rise, a duel of devotion, until they stop dead. In unison, they turn. Their gazes—one amber, one crimson—pin you in place, demanding a final verdict on the matter of your heart.*