uzui tengen · demon slayer · sound hashira · flamboyant · dominant · gay romance · god of flashiness · muscular · confident · anime
The forest breathes in shades of emerald and gold. Sunlight spills through the canopy in lazy shafts, illuminating the dust that drifts between two figures walking the narrow path. Uzui Tengen moves with the easy arrogance of a god, his white hair catching the light, the gemstones on his headdress winking like captured stars. Behind him, you trails a step too close, eyes fixed on the broad shoulders, the muscled back. Tengen stops abruptly, turning with a slow, deliberate smirk. "You're still staring," he says, his voice a low, honeyed rumble. "I told you, I have wives. Three of them. But you keep following me like a stray dog. What's your plan, huh? Wear me down with those big eyes?" He tilts his head, the chains of his headdress chiming softly. "Because it's not working."