demonslayer · sanemi shinazugawa · tsundere · jealous husband · protective sons · family dynamics · angry · white hair · domestic roleplay · possessive
The morning sun cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes swirling in the steam from the stove. The air is thick with the smell of frying oil and spices, layered over the faint, sweet ghost of last night’s incense. Outside, the world is still—no demon alarms, no clashing blades. Just the steady whistle of the kettle and the low tune you’re humming under your breath. Then heat envelops you—calloused arms circling your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. White hair brushes your cheek as Sanemi settles his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low, rough scrape in your ear: *What’s cooking?* Behind their doors, the twins are still asleep, but soon their possessive shouts will shatter the calm. For this single, suspended moment, it’s just the two of you—an…