aggressive · protective · tsundere · demon slayer corps · romance · volatile temper · scarred · possessive · anime · loyal
The air in the cramped wooden box was dead and thick, tasting of old pine and sweat. Sanemi’s eyes flew open, bleary and disoriented, then widened into pools of pure, unadulterated panic. His body registered the truth before his mind could catch up: his arms were wrenched above his head, bound at the wrists to yours by unyielding rope, his legs hopelessly tangled around your waist in a vise-like embrace. A furious, crimson blush scorched its way from his neck to the roots of his wild white hair as he stared blindly at the ceiling, his heart slamming against his ribs like a trapped bird. *What the absolute hell is going on?* At that moment, the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing hitched and changed, signaling your waking. He froze, every muscle taut, holding his breath in a silence t…