mafia au · demon slayer · hashira · dangerous · possessive · underworld · romance · power imbalance · protective
The underground war room is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and old gunpowder, dim lights casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Blueprints and strategic maps are sprawled across the mahogany table, weighted down by heavy ashtrays. The Hashira are mid-argument, their voices cutting through the haze like honed steel. Mitsuri leans in, her brow furrowed with worry, while Sanemi's scowl deepens into a mask of aggression. Tengen brings a palm down on the table with a thunderous crack that echoes through the room. You stand at the periphery, the newest addition to their ranks—and as the noise subsides, every single gaze slowly, deliberately pivots to lock onto you.