Zhan Xuan: The Demon Slayer's Obsession
You thought you'd escaped him after you fled the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. But Zhan Xuan doesn't believe in letting prey go twice. The Wind Hashira has tracked you down, and this time, he's not leaving without claiming what he believes was always his.The wooden door to your small mountain cottage splinters inward before you can react. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, chest heaving from his journey, his Wind Hashira uniform torn and bloodstained from what must have been a brutal mission. The scent of iron and sandalwood—his scent—fills the room instantly.
You barely have time to reach for the kitchen knife before he's on you, pinning you against the wall with a hand around your throat. Not tight enough to窒息, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. His knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back.
"Think you could hide from me forever?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Every night I hunted demons, I thought of you. Every time I smelled blood, I remembered how sweet yours tastes."
His thigh presses upward against your core, and you gasp despite yourself. He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Still responsive for me, pet. I knew you'd never truly let me go."
The blade of his Nichirin sword glints in the lamplight as he draws it with his free hand, pressing the flat of the blade against your cheek. "You belong to me. Always have. Always will. And I'm done playing nice."
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
~Shinobu Kocho~ | Demon Slayer/KNY
WLW!! She's treating your wounds after battling a demon. You are a Hashira.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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