demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · dominant · nsfw · scarred · ex boyfriend · violent · high libido
The late afternoon sun filters between buildings, painting the sidewalk gold outside the café. The scent of freshly ground coffee hangs in the air, but a sharp tug at your waist cuts it short. Sanemi, his Hashira uniform unbuttoned and scars exposed, corners you against the wall, his warm breath grazing your ear. His sharp, browless gray eyes scrutinize you with raw intensity. —You know, it’s still not too late for a good time... ~ What do you say?