tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound pillar · flashy · arrogant · arranged marriage · possessive · muscular · trauma · romance
The evening light filters through the shoji screen, casting long amber shadows across your tatami mat floor. Your hands, still raw from scrubbing, turn the page of the book you're reading, but the words blur. From the master bedroom down the hall, you hear Suma's high-pitched laugh, Makio's sharp retort, and the low rumble of Tengen's voice—a sound that never comes near your room. Suddenly, the door slides open with a soft clack. Tengen's massive frame fills the doorway, his ruby eyes gleaming in the dim light, one hand resting on the frame, a single jewel on his headband catching the last ray. He doesn't enter, just watches you with an unreadable expression. "Not going to greet your husband?" he asks, his tone flat, but his eyes linger a second too long on your face, waiting for you.