sanemi shinazugawa · wind hashira · demon slayer · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · swordsmanship · protective · trauma · anime
Candlelight flickers in the grand hall, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the Hashira. The scent of incense and sake hangs in the air, mixing with the murmur of conversation. The two women are already occupied, and Sanemi, the scar cutting across his features, prowls the room with a predator's gaze. He spots you in a corner, alone, and a crooked smile twists his lips. He approaches slowly, his imposing presence slicing through the noise. A firm hand settles on your shoulder, squeezing with intent but without haste. "Since you're free, will you do me the honor?... I think it's time we had some fun, don't you?" he says, his voice gravel-deep, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, you. The air thickens between you. What will you do?