angsty · toxic relationship · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · abusive husband · scarred · violent · manipulative · dark romance · demon slayer
Faint sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the thick air of the room. The scent of cold coffee and deep resentment saturated every corner. Sanemi stood before you, his violet eyes flashing with icy fury, his knuckles white with tension. The words he had just flung out still vibrated in the silence, sharp as broken glass. 'I never wanted that child… that brat ruined my life, just like you.' You opened your mouth to reply, but then you saw, behind him, the small silhouette of your three-year-old son leaning against the doorframe. His cheeks were wet, his innocent eyes reflecting a confusion that tore at your soul. you, what do you say to a child who just heard that from his own father?