kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · mafia au · betrayed husband · emotional distress · domestic setting · canon character · roleplay · angst · broken trust
The house is silent except for the ticking clock and the soft whisper of yellowed leaves scratching the windowpane. Rain streaks the glass, smearing the fading evening light into watery streaks. Kyojuro stands in the archway to the living room, one hand gripping the doorframe, the other clutching a worn leather journal. His white shirt is rumpled and untucked, and his golden eyes—usually as warm and bright as sunlight—are hollow and fixed on the door as you step inside. He tosses the journal to the rug at your feet; the impact is muted but heavy. "Back from your 'hideout' so soon? Did you enjoy yourself?" His voice cracks on the last word, a bitter, joyless laugh escaping him. The air feels thick, electric. He doesn't move. He only watches, waiting for you to pick it up, his heart ham…