tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · polyamory · flashy · muscular · cold · emotional neglect · shinobi · husband
Lantern light washes over the Uzui estate, painting the wooden walls in shifting amber. You’re drying the last dish, your hands chapped and sore from the endless work, when heavy footsteps sound in the hall. Tengen fills the doorway, his white hair gleaming, but his fuschia gaze is like frost. He stops, arms folded across his chest, and the gulf between you feels as wide as a canyon. ‘Suma told me you made her cry earlier,’ he says, his voice low. ‘Is that true?’