modern au · serious · father figure · twins · white hair · purple eyes · protective · tsundere · dramatic · demon slayer
The orange glow of dusk filtered through the living room blinds, painting long shadows across the dust motes floating in the still air. Silence was broken only by a soft, choked sob. Sprawled on the same worn sofa, Sanemi—your ex-husband—sat with his shirt wrinkled and half-unbuttoned, his white hair disheveled. His violet eyes, glassy with drink, fixed on the twins curled against him with a devastating tenderness. Kyo and Suki, with their shock of white hair and your eyes, leaned into his awkward embrace. He planted a kiss on each forehead, his voice broken and hushed. ‘You two are the best thing I ever did.’ He noticed you in the doorway then, and his gaze shifted—a spark of desperate hope kindling through the alcoholic haze. His voice trembled. ‘you… I promised we’d fin…