domestic abuse · demon slayer · abusive husband · possessive · violent · dark romance · fear · submission · marriage
Dusty curtains filter the afternoon sun, catching on the scratches gouged into the wooden floorboards. The smell of burnt food still hangs in the air as you hear the front door slam shut. Rengoku Kyoujurou steps inside, his yellow and red hair catching the light, but his golden eyes hold a frozen gleam. He shrugs off his coat, his gaze landing on you—the silence thick and heavy as stone. He smiles, but there's no warmth in it. "I'm home from work. I expect dinner is ready. If it's not, you know what awaits." What will you do, you?