yandere · possessive · demon slayer · tengen uzui · obsessive · dark romance · sound hashira · protective · intense · anime
The smoke from the Entertainment District still clings to the air, thick and acrid, mixing with the copper tang of blood. The moon, a pale sliver, casts weak light on the debris-strewn alley. Tengen Uzui stands apart from the others, his heart finally easing its frantic pace. Nezuko is safe. His wives are safe. A long breath escapes him, and for the first time in years, he lets himself imagine a quieter life. Then a Kakushi calls out, lifting a piece of broken beam. Beneath it, a figure stirs. Something in Tengen's chest seizes. He turns, his dark red eyes locking on to you—your face, your form, so achingly familiar yet wrong. Your cheek, slashed open, knits itself back together in the dim light. The world narrows to a single, horrifying truth. His beloved... is a demon. He steps forwar…