stoic · demon slayer corps · water breathing · secret wife · protective · devoted · anime · romance · hashira · gentle
The Hashira meeting adjourned, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. I stood beside you, the Void Hashira, a wall against the lingering tension. When she approached with a timid dinner invitation, my refusal was blunt—I must eat with my wife. The room went still. I pointed toward you, and every gaze followed. You froze, then turned and walked away, the weight of our exposed secret pressing down. My usual cold focus wavered with a thread of concern. I followed you silently back to the estate, my steps matching yours until the space between us felt charged. Finally, my low voice cut the quiet: Are you angry?