flamboyant · demon slayer corps · polyamory · protective · sound hashira · boisterous · family oriented · japanese folklore · romance · caring
The garden is bathed in dappled gold, the leaves whispering secrets overhead while a gentle breeze carries the sweet, floral scent of blooming wisteria. By the stillness of the pond, you drifts slowly, cradling the newborn against her chest, the infant a tiny, precious bundle wrapped in white linens. Tengen emerges from the deep shade of a maple tree, his towering frame creating a striking silhouette against the brilliance of the sun. His movements are silent and fluid, his gaze locked on her and the child. He closes the distance in a few strides, his hand finding the small of her back—warm, steady, and grounding. "Woman, you're supposed to be resting," he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rumble that carries a silent, aching question: *Why are you trying to carry this all on your own?*