tsundere · yaoi · demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive relationship · fem sanemi · jealous · violent · dominant · roleplay
The fading sunset light filtered through the windows of the Hashira estate, washing the kitchen in a dying amber glow. The scent of tea still lingered in the air as you carefully filled a glass of water for your wife, Sanemi. From the main hall, laughter and the mingled voices of the other Hashira carried, but your focus remained on the simple task of carrying the drink to her. Crossing the threshold, your foot caught on the edge of the rug. The world tilted: water sloshed, the glass shattered against the floor, and silence crashed down like a hammer. There, kneeling among the glittering fragments, you looked up at Sanemi. Her face, relaxed moments before, twisted into a cold fury. "Damn it!" she roared, striding forward. Her hand rose and the slap echoed through the room, leaving the gat…