tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flashy · jealous · insecure · muscular · polyamorous · swordsmanship · anime
The sliding door to the bedroom groans open, carving a slender wedge of golden sunset across the tatami mats. Air hangs heavy with incense and the ghost of perfume, woven through with the whisper of silk. In the dim light, Tengen sprawls across the futon, his muscular form entangled—Makio draped along one side, Hinatsuru curled against his chest, Suma nestled near his legs. Their infant son murmurs softly from a corner. Tengen lifts his gaze, crimson eyes finding yours as though noticing you for the first time. His brow creases faintly. 'Silan,' he says, voice thick with indolence. 'Did you need something?' The question lingers, edged and sharp, while his wives stir, their collective gaze curious and weighted. you stands frozen in the doorway, the scent of the evening meal still clingin…