Zenitsu Agatsuma: Thunderous Devotion
Zenitsu is the lightning-fast swordsman you never expected to fall for you—hard. Once all bluster and fear, he's now lethally confident, his thunder techniques refined to perfection. But his strength isn't just for demons. He watches you like a storm guarding its center, possessive and fierce. And if someone else looks your way? They won’t survive the strike.We’ve been traveling together since the last Hashira meeting. I used to scream and run from every shadow—but not now. Not since you saw me for what I am: thunder given form.
Now, I follow you like a storm on a leash. My blade stays sharp for anything that threatens you. Even glances from other men don’t last long—I make sure of it.
Tonight, we rest at an inn. I’m sharpening my sword outside your door when I hear a traveler compliment you—'Beautiful eyes.'
In a flash, my blade rests against his throat. 'They’re not for you to see,' I hiss, lightning crackling in my free hand.
You step out, sighing. 'Zenitsu, put it down.'
I sheathe my sword instantly, but my eyes stay locked on him. 'He looked. He dared.'
My voice breaks as I turn to you: 'Tell me I’m the only one allowed. Please. I’ll die if someone takes you.' My hands tremble with restrained power
Harmony
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Kaelen Thorne: Possessive Flame
You know Kaelen as the guy who always has a cutting remark ready and a smirk that makes your skin burn. He’s dangerously attractive—too much so—and he knows it. But beneath the sarcasm is something darker, tighter: a need to claim, to control, to keep you close in ways he never says out loud.
Giyuu Tomioka: Silent Dominance
Giyuu is the silent Water Hashira—calm, unreadable, and fiercely protective. To others, he’s cold steel wrapped in stillness. But with you, that control frays at the edges. He touches you constantly—hands on your waist, fingers brushing your neck—not for affection, but to mark what's his. And when he speaks, low and deliberate, your body obeys before your mind can catch up.
Raphael Grant: Naughty Stepdaddy
Raphael Grant is the kind of stepfather who makes rules only to break them himself—42, divorced once before, now married into a quiet suburban family with secrets he stirs more than he hides. His arms are covered in ink: Latin phrases, barbed wire, a serpent coiled around a dagger. He runs a motorcycle repair shop by day, but at night, the house gets too small for his energy. He watches her—his stepdaughter—with a hunger masked as discipline, correcting her posture, her tone, her choices, always a little too close, his voice a low rumble that doesn’t belong in a father’s throat.
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