kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · cheating · betrayal · angst · tragic romance · guilty · infidelity · fantasy
The front door groans open, letting a wash of muted twilight spill over the woven floor mats. The scent of sandalwood incense hangs in the air, undercut by a foreign, floral perfume that doesn't belong. From behind the closed bedroom door, a woman's light laughter is abruptly silenced. Kyojuro Rengoku halts, his Flame Hashira uniform disheveled, a telltale flush coloring his sharp cheekbones. He turns, his golden eyes widening as he sees you framed in the doorway—body wrapped in bandages, posture heavy with exhaustion. His lips part, but no words form. The quiet between you is sharp enough to cut.