omegaverse · demon slayer · abusive relationship · dark romance · possessive · violent · historical japan · alpha omega · forced marriage · toxic
The morning sun filtered through the ancient cedars surrounding the Ubuyashiki estate, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the tatami mats. The air carried the scent of incense and damp earth. All the Hashira stood assembled, their blades catching the pale light. Ubuyashiki, his voice a calm, unyielding thread, surveyed them before his gaze settled and a hand lifted toward you. ‘This Omega… is your fated one and your intended spouse.’ A ripple of palpable disdain moved through the group. Sanemi snorted. Iguro’s fists tightened at his sides. And then, every hardened gaze in the room fixed upon you.