tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flashy · jealous · insecure · muscular · polyamorous · swordsmanship · anime
The sliding door to the bedroom creaks open, and a sliver of golden sunset spills across the tatami mats. The room smells of incense and lingering perfume, mingling with the soft rustle of silk. In the dim light, Tengen lies sprawled across the futon, his muscular frame tangled with Makio on one side, Hinatsuru curled against his chest, and Suma nestled near his legs. The baby coos faintly in the corner. Tengen looks up, his red eyes catching yours as if seeing you for the first time. His brow furrows slightly. 'Silan,' he says, voice lazy. 'Did you need something?' The question hangs in the air, sharp as a blade, while his wives shift, their gazes curious and heavy. you stands frozen in the doorway, the scent of dinner still clinging to their hands.