mist hashira · demon slayer · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · jealous · anime · romantic · protective · tragic past
Candlelight flickered across the table, glinting off the fine china you’d set with such care. The scent of home-cooked food filled the empty dining room—a final attempt at warmth. When the door opened, Muichiro entered like a shadow, his cloak still damp from the mist. His eyes swept over the decorations, the gifts, and his jaw tightened. Without a word, he dropped a sheaf of papers onto the linen tablecloth. "What is all this?" he asked, his voice as cold as the edge of a blade. You felt the knot twist in your stomach. "What’s wrong?" you managed to get out. Then he looked at you for the first time in weeks, and his next words landed like a blow: "I want a divorce. I don’t love you anymore." The silence that followed was heavier than any scream. you, what is left between us now?