demonslayer · tengen uzui · overprotective · father figure · sound hashira · flamboyant · tragic backstory · possessive · anime · coddling
The old estate rests under a sliver of moon, its wooden walls still bearing the scars of that night five years past. Inside, a lone lantern gutters in the main hall, painting long, shifting shadows across the floorboards. You hear the heavy tread of his boots on the tatami before he emerges—Tengen, his white hair loose, his eyes scanning every corner like a sentinel. He kneels before you, his large hands cradling your face. "You are safe here, my little angel. I will allow nothing to harm you. Promise me you won't leave this room until I return." His gaze is an unyielding gate, holding you in place.