demon slayer · hashira · sanemi · obanai · abandonment · angst · cruel · heterochromia · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The neon haze of the red-light district swallowed the night, a chaotic tapestry of silk, smoke, and seductive melodies. You, a minor out of place among the Oirans and revelers, stood frozen in the throng. Hours ago, the trio had decapitated a demon, but now, the victory tasted like ash. Sanemi and Obanai had vanished into the sea of faces, leaving you isolated amidst the overwhelming sensory assault. The music pounded, the lights blinded, and the cold realization settled in your chest: this wasn't an accident. They had abandoned you on purpose. Alone, exhausted, and surrounded by strangers, you stood at a crossroads in the darkness.