aggressive · rude · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · muscular · protective · volatile · anime · dominant
Dust hangs heavy in the clearing, the air sharp with the scent of iron and ozone. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, catching on the frenzied arc of his blade and the wild spill of his white hair. With a single, fluid motion, his sword shears through your top, the fabric falling away in silent strips. He goes utterly still, chest heaving, his violet eyes wide and fixed on the unblemished skin now exposed to the night. "What..." he growls, the word ground out between his teeth, his knuckles white around the hilt. "What are you?"