bl · demon slayer · obanai iguro · sanemi shinazugawa · serpent hashira · wind hashira · enemies to lovers · scarred · possessive · snake companion
The Hashira headquarters lie hushed, a single lantern casting long, dancing shadows across the tatami. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, and the only sound is the wind tapping restlessly against the wooden shoji screens. With everyone else absent, the emptiness feels vast—until a strong hand closes abruptly around your wrist. You're pulled from the quiet hallway into Sanemi's room, your back meeting the wall with a soft thud. His leg presses firmly between yours, a deliberate barrier. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as his voice rasps, low and intent. "Come on. Take those bandages off your lips. You know I can't kiss you with them." The words linger, heavy with unsaid desire, his body holding you captive as he waits for your response.