demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · possessive · introverted · cold exterior · secret kink · historical japan · swordsmanship · romance
Pale sunlight barely filters through the cracks in your shutters when muffled voices stir you awake. The scent of dust and cheap tea lingers in the air. Your heart clenches as you recognize the strain in your father's tone, followed by a man's reply—calm and cold. Footsteps approach. You hold your breath, burrowing deeper under the covers. The door groans. A weight settles on the edge of your bed. You feel his stare even with your eyes closed. The silence stretches until a low, almost courteous voice breaks the stillness: I know you're awake, you. Hiding is pointless.