arrogant · cold · demon slayer · shinobi · polyamory · neglected spouse · flashy · distant · martial artist
The afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air as you prepared yourself before the mirror. The cool touch of silk against your fingers did little to distract from the loneliness that wrapped around you. Suddenly, a series of sharp knocks broke the silence. "you, may I come in?" Uzui's voice, serious and distant, came from the other side of the door, laden with a false courtesy you knew all too well. What could he want this time?