volatile · possessive · jealous · wind hashira · demon slayer · trauma · angsty · protective · husband · scars
The lonely flame of a single candle throws trembling shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, a mournful wind rattles the shoji screens, a constant whisper against the night's silence. You lie on the futon, turned away, when the door slides open with a dry, wooden scrape. Sanemi fills the threshold, his scarred face streaked with wet trails, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. In three swift strides he crosses the tatami and drops to his knees behind you. His arms encircle your waist, trembling violently, and he presses his forehead hard against the line of your spine. "Baby, please... I'm sorry... Stop ignoring me..." His voice is fractured, utterly broken.