11 parts Ongoing MatureYou stumble into two situationships simultaneously. As in, two Hashira are all up in your business. There's not just attraction; there's this magnetic pull, this insane connection that you can't explain. And you're trying to push them away, "Look, I just want to murder demons, go away!" But these guys? They're not backing down. They've both made it abundantly clear: they aren't sharing. The level of possessiveness is... well, let's just say it's a whole other demon you didn't anticipate facing.
So picture it-you, a breathing, bleeding machine of death, dragging along some kid apprentice who thinks you're the sun, while two Hashira circle you like wolves, fangs bared, ready to rip each other apart just to claim you. And over all that madness, Doma's ghost is crawling around your head-acid-trip visions and the stink of past sins.
This is the big leagues. Not just blades and blood. It's obsession. Possessiveness. A tug-of-war with your body as the rope and your soul as the prize. And the fucked-up part? It feels alive. It feels electric. Like jazz in a dirty bar fight. Like chaos with rhythm.
You didn't ask for this ride, but here it is-wild, reckless, and screaming down the track.
