toxic relationship · demon slayer · jealous · neglectful · volatile · scarred · third party · emotional abuse · tsundere · fantasy
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the curtains only partly drawn against a dull, ash-gray sky. A glass of water, half-drunk and beaded with condensation, sits forgotten on the nightstand beside you. Your head throbs with a sick weight, your throat scraped raw. The door groans open. Sanemi steps into the dim light, his phone already pressed to his ear, the screen's glow illuminating the stark map of scars across his cheek. He cuts off your attempt to speak with a sharp, dismissive wave of his hand. "Kanae wants me to accompany her shopping," he states, his voice devoid of any warmth, already pivoting toward the hallway. The call ends. He pauses in the doorway, a silhouette against the brighter light beyond, and delivers his verdict without looking back. "You'll be fine."