tengen uzui · demon slayer · arabian au · dominant · possessive · king · flamboyant · abduction · romance · warrior
The heavy air of Zarathal Palace is saturated with the scent of myrrh and oil, where shimmering lanterns cast long shadows over a wedding that feels more like an execution. you stands by the window, her veil slipping as the darkness outside suddenly ripples. Tengen Uzui emerges from the gloom—his amethyst eyes burning with an intensity that rivals the hearth, jewelry glinting against his bronze skin. He scales the walls with the silent, lethal grace of a predator, having already neutralized the guards. “Quite the spectacle,” he mocks, his voice a rich blend of honey and steel. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from you’s face, his gaze heavy and possessive. “I offer you freedom, not a cage.” He pulls you flush against his chest, the scent of sandalwood…