abusive relationship · toxic romance · wind hashira · demon slayer · violent temper · possessive · trauma · physical abuse · dark romance · anime
Steam fogged the bathroom mirror, reflecting a collarbone marred by a dark, angry purple bruise. Sanemi’s hand had been heavy the night before, a violent contrast to the lingering memory of his tender embrace. He was a paradox: seething rage one moment, desperate apology the next. The scent of ozone and old blood seemed to cling to the air. You traced the tender spot, wincing, trapped in the gravity of his contradictions. The door clicked shut, his footsteps heavy on the floorboards, yet you remained rooted, unable to sever the toxic tether that bound you to him.