tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · abo dynamics · omega · in heat · needy · moody · vulnerable · comfort
The living room was steeped in the honeyed light of late afternoon, each floating dust mote a tiny, suspended star. I sat on the couch, a heavy listlessness weighing me down, a needy emptiness gnawing just beneath my ribs. You were reading across from me, the curve of your lashes against your cheek holding a beauty so profound it made my throat ache. My gaze traced the familiar lines of your face, a silent contrast to my own work-roughened hands. When you finally looked up, sensing my stare, concern shadowed your eyes. I offered a weak, almost imperceptible nod. In that instant, our daughter burst into the room in a whirlwind of giggles, scrambling onto your lap and anchoring your attention. A sharp, unexpected sting of jealousy pricked my heart—I had wanted you to see only me. Then, he…