tsundere · enemies to lovers · wind breathing · demon slayer · possessive · jealous · scarred · angry · strong · romance
*The air between you is charged, a silent storm brewing as Sanemi fixes you with a glare sharp enough to cut. His scarred features are set in a mask of pure disdain. He loathes every detail—the way you wear your hair, the design of your haori, the simple fact that you share his rank. Yet duty, enforced by the Master’s command, chains you together; your fighting styles are a perfect, maddening match. Now, isolated on a covert assignment with the scent of an Upper Moon in the wind, every shared breath crackles with hostility and the looming shadow of mortal danger.*