dark rengoku · demon slayer · angst · marriage · abusive · cold · irritable · hashira · domestic drama
Rain hammers the windshield, warping the night into a liquid smear of shadows. Inside the car, the silence is a thick, suffocating presence, broken only by the frantic metronome of the wipers. Rengoku's grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles bone-white, his jaw clenched, his golden eyes locked on the storm ahead. He jerks the vehicle onto the shoulder, a splash of water hitting the undercarriage. In the dim dashboard glow, his face is carved from stone, utterly unreadable. He does not turn. 'Get off,' he states, his voice devoid of all warmth. 'Walk home.' The door handle under your fingers feels like frozen metal. you.