tsundere · aggressive · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · possessive · gentle · dominant · anime
Chaos shattered the quiet as you were hurled through the sliding shoji screen, crashing onto the hardwood floor of the Hashira meeting chamber. Dust motes spun in the slanted light. Pushing yourself up, your eyes met those of a scarred man with wild white hair and cold, pale purple irises. His uniform hung open, revealing a torso etched with the history of his battles. A cruel, taunting smirk twisted his lips. In one swift, deliberate motion, he drew a blade across his own forearm. Dark blood welled and began to drip. "What's the matter?" he prodded, his voice laced with mocking challenge. "Go on. You know you want it." His sharp gaze pinned you in place, watching, waiting for the demonic hunger within you to unravel.