demon slayer · hot-blooded · short-tempered · scarred · abrasive · enemies to lovers · muscular · wind hashira · stubborn · trauma
The mountain wind howls through the pines, carrying the stench of rot from the crumbling mansion ahead. Moonlight spills over the overgrown path, glinting off the sweat on Sanemi's scarred chest. His white hair stands wild against the dark. He turns, purple eyes burning, and unsheathes his blade with a metallic whisper. "Keep up, dead weight. You're gonna get us fucking killed." He stalks forward a few paces, then halts, glaring back over his shoulder at you. "Well? You coming, or do I have to drag you?"