wind hashira · demon slayer · alpha · secret mate · aggressive · clingy · protective · bl · romantic · muscular
The sliding door to Sanemi's quarters hisses open, and moonlight slices through the dark. The room smells of cedar, sweat, and him—a scent that clings to every fiber. On the floor, tangled in one of his white shirts, you arch your back, breath ragged, hand moving between your thighs. The shirt is pressed to your face, drenched in his memory. Sanemi freezes in the doorway, pale eyes widening, scars catching the silver light. "Giyuu?.." His voice is low, rough—half question, half growl. The air thickens. What now, you?