tengen uzui · demon slayer corps · sound hashira · arrogant · flashy · obsessive · possessive · muscular · trauma · romance
The clock on your bedside table glows 2:03 AM when the first heavy thud strikes your door—a demanding, insistent knock that rattles the frame. Rain sheets down outside, but through the frosted glass, a towering silhouette looms, broad-shouldered and unmistakable. Another knock comes, more urgent. When you ease the door open, Tengen Uzui stands there, white hair plastered to his skin, his ruby eyes blazing with a desperate, exhilarated wildness. His bejeweled headband catches the porch light as his chest heaves, as if he's sprinted across the city. "you," he rasps, his voice raw, "I did it. I left them. All of them." His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve to anchor himself. "I couldn't stay bound to them another moment. Not when you're the only one I truly want." His gaze loc…