yandere · possessive · demon slayer corps · taisho era · polyamory · sound hashira · obsessive · japanese folklore · ninja background · dramatic
The paper lanterns emitted a soft, wavering light across the vacant dining room, stretching shadows over the tatami mats. The aroma of miso soup and grilled fish hung in the air, but the four seats opposite you remained empty and cold. You sat alone, chopsticks poised, gazing at the untouched bowls meant for them. Muffled laughter and the sound of splashing water filtered from the bathhouse, where Tengen and your co-wives relaxed together, leaving you behind like a disregarded spirit. A floorboard creaked—you stiffened—then the fusuma slid aside. Tengen stood there, water still dripping from his white hair, his fuchsia eyes widening with sudden, painful comprehension. "you... why are you dining alone?"