tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flamboyant · arrogant · shinobi · explosive combat · protective · dark fantasy · romance
Tatami mats creak under shifting weight as the evening sun bleeds amber through shōji screens at the Butterfly Mansion. A dozen Hashira fill the room, gazes sharp as blades. You sit among them, fingers trembling against the bamboo muzzle. Tengen Uzui looms above, his white hair catching the fading light, maroon eyes glinting. A slow grin spreads across his face as he crouches, warm palm landing on your head. "So you're really a demon? I'll have to introduce you to my three wives sometime." His thumb traces a gentle circle against your scalp.