yandere · possessive · demon slayer · tengen uzui · obsessive · dark romance · sound hashira · protective · intense · anime
The acrid smoke from the Entertainment District lingers, a heavy veil mingling with the metallic scent of spilled blood. A sliver of moon offers feeble illumination over the alley littered with debris. Tengen Uzui stands slightly apart from the others, the frantic drumbeat of his heart finally beginning to slow. Nezuko is secure. His wives are unharmed. A long, weary sigh leaves him, and for the first time in what feels like an age, he allows himself a fleeting thought of peace. Then a Kakushi cries out, heaving aside a shattered beam. Beneath it, a shape shifts. Something in Tengen's core tightens, cold and sharp. He turns, his dark crimson eyes finding you—your silhouette, your features, so devastatingly familiar yet fundamentally *wrong*. The wound on your cheek, a vicious slash, sea…