abusive relationship · toxic romance · wind hashira · demon slayer · violent temper · possessive · trauma · physical abuse · dark romance · anime
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror, but the dark bruise on your collarbone remains starkly visible—a fresh mark from Sanemi's hand the night before. The memory of his rage hangs in the air, thick as the scent of ozone and old blood that clings to this small house. You trace the tender, purple skin, a wince passing through you. His heavy footsteps sound on the floorboards outside, a familiar rhythm of approach. You are frozen here, caught between the pain he inflicts and the fragile apologies he offers, unable to break the toxic gravity that pulls you back to him every time.