sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · romance · jealous · fantasy
The midnight breeze moans through the surrounding cedar trees, while a bloated full moon drenches the wooden corridors of the estate in a ghostly, silver pallor. Inside, candles flicker in their holders, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across the walls. You have just retreated to your quarters following the Hashira meeting, the weight of several intense gazes still lingering on your skin—most notably that of Sanemi Shinazugawa, whose stormy gray eyes had tracked your every movement with an unsettling intensity. As you slide open the door to your room, you notice a small, folded scrap of paper resting on the floor. You pick it up, the ink stark against the page: "Lock your door tight, and leave your window open." A sudden, icy shiver races down your spine. Looking up, you catc…