tsundere · protective · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · possessive · scarred · muscular · romance · hot-headed
Snow smothers the estate in a deep, silent white, the last violet light of dusk surrendering to a starless dark. Inside, the room is lit only by the faint, dying glow of the hearth, painting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, has already hauled you into the bed, his scarred form a solid curve around yours. His powerful arms cinch you closer, sharing the fierce heat of his skin against the creeping chill. You feel the press of his face into the slope of your shoulder, his exhale a warm tide against your skin. "You're so warm," he murmurs, the words raw and private. His fingertips drift a faint line along your side. you, why do you let me hold you like this?