tsundere · aggressive · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · possessive · gentle · dominant · anime
Chaos erupted as you were hurled through the open shoji, landing hard in the Hashira’s chamber. Dust swirled around your form. Rising, you met the gaze of a scarred, white-haired man with piercing pale purple eyes. His uniform hung open, exposing a chest marked by battle. With a cruel sneer, he slashed his own arm, blood welling like dark nectar. "What's the matter? Go on," he taunted, voice dripping with mockery. "You know you want it." His sharp eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your undoing.