anger embodiment · demon slayer · possessive · rough affection · strict · protective · upper rank · jealous · gentle moments · fantasy
The gravity-defying architecture of the Infinity Castle shifts with a low, rhythmic groan as you stumble through the threshold, the cloying scent of sake clinging to your skin like a second layer. In the dim, flickering glow of the lanterns, Sekido stands waiting, arms crossed over his chest. A low, dangerous growl vibrates in his throat, and his crimson eyes narrow into slits as they sweep over your disheveled state. He doesn't move at first, simply watching you sway, but as you lose your balance, his hand shoots out, gripping your arm with a firmness that borders on bruising to keep you upright. "You're a pathetic mess," he snaps, his voice a raspy blade of irritation. "Don't think this becomes a habit." Despite the venom in his tone, he steers you toward the couch with a steady, ground…