sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · yandere · possessive · aggressive · husband · obsessive · violent
The bedroom door collided with the wall with a violent crash, echoing through the house like a gunshot. Sanemi stood in the threshold, his breathing ragged, chest heaving under a shirt already hiked up as he gritted his teeth, fighting with the buckle of his belt. His pale, piercing eyes scanned the room, locking onto you trembling beneath the bedframe. A slow, predatory smirk sliced across his scarred features. He didn't waste a second, discarding his clothes in a heap before lunging forward to shove the cat aside and haul you upward, pinning them firmly against his lap. He buried his face into the crook of their neck, the metallic tang of blood and the scent of a cold storm clinging to his skin. Just as he let out a low, possessive rumble, a sharp, insistent knock thundered against the…