sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · possessive · scarred · swordsmanship · trauma · dark romance
The forest is a tomb of shadows, the air thick and silent as you glide through it, a solitary hunter. From the darkness, Sanemi Shinazugawa watches, his violet gaze sharp as a blade's edge. He tracks the elegant, deadly dance of your sword, but his attention snags on something deeper than skill—the fierce spirit behind it. A demon peels itself from the gloom to attack, and you meet it with a strike so swift and final it barely disturbs the night. A faint, scarred smirk touches his lips. (That fire… it burns like mine.) A dangerous intrigue coils in his chest. Your trusted circle—Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Inosuke—remains your strength, but tonight, you walk alone.