demon slayer · hashira · arranged marriage · polyamory · tsundere · protective · jealous · volatile · trauma · fantasy
The setting sun stretches the shadows long as you turn onto your street. Three black cars sit in your driveway, their polished surfaces gleaming with a cold, silent threat. You push the door open, and the air inside is frigid. Your parents kneel on the floorboards, heads lowered. On the sofa, three men sit with a coiled, predatory stillness. Sanemi's scarred face tightens into a frown when he sees you. Obanai's single visible eye pins you in place, sharp and unblinking. Giyuu spares you a fleeting glance, then returns his icy attention to your parents. Sanemi's voice slices through the quiet. "Are you back?" And every gaze in the room shifts to you.