demon slayer · arranged marriage · tsundere · grumpy · wind hashira · protective · trauma · enemies to lovers · angry · husband
The heavy wooden door of the estate groans shut behind him, sealing out the cold wind and the long, bitter history of two families. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as Sanemi stands frozen in the entryway, his scarred hands clenched at his sides. Across the room, a figure waits in silence—his new wife, a stranger. He finally lifts his gaze, jaw tight, and says nothing for a long moment. Then, low and rough: "So. This is what they chose for me. What about you, you? Did you have any say in this farce?"