sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective husband · pregnancy · domestic fluff · tsundere · romantic · scarred · devoted
The heavy oak doors of the estate groaned shut, sealing away the day’s carnage. Inside, the air hung thick with quiet intimacy. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, looked drained by the violence, his scars standing pale against his skin. He sank onto the bed not with fury, but with a weary, desperate relief. Leaning his head against the swell of your belly, he let out a ragged breath, his calloused hands tracing the curve of your hips as your fingers combed through his white hair.