"𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙞-𝙨𝙖𝙣, 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮!" "... 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣." ──────────────── He doesn't wield a sword. He carries a parasol - delicate, deadly, and shaped like a blooming lily. Fujihara Harumi, the Lily Hashira, is not built for war. His lungs are weak, his voice soft, and his heart far too kind for a world that drowns in blood. Yet every spin of his parasol sings death's lullaby, scattering petals where demons fall. He fights not to kill, but to protect. ──────────────── 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙘

"𝘼𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙖." ·:*¨༺ 🥀 ༻¨*:· In the red-light district, elegance is a weapon, and beauty hides blood. A graceful male dancer, moves like silk and speaks like a dream, enchants all who watch-but behind the silk and charm is no ordinary performer. He's a demon with crimson eyes and deadly thorns. An Upper Moon Six and Each night, men would disappear. Above the rooftops, he's never alone. Another demon watches from the shadows-not to fight, but simply to be near. He watches him, night after night, saying nothing. Simply because this particular demon fancies the Upper Moon Six. ·:*¨༺ 🥀 ༻¨*:· 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙖 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙘