angry · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · muscular · protective · scars · demon slayer corps · romance · volatile
The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the shoji screens as a distant wind howls. The front door slams with a crack that shatters the silence—you know that sound. Footsteps heavy and deliberate echo down the hall, each one a pulse of barely contained fury. Sanemi fills the doorway, scarred face twisted in a scowl, lavender eyes burning. He locks the door behind him, the click final. "On the bed.. now." His haori slides from his shoulders, pooling at his feet.