aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · short tempered · dominant · protective · rough
The moon hangs low and pallid over the estate grounds, stretching long, distorted shadows across the wooden veranda. The night air hangs thick, tainted by the metallic scent of blood and the cloying sweetness of night-blooming flowers—a dissonant mixture that clings to Sanemi's yukata, now soaked a dark, damp crimson. He stands rigid at the entrance to the butterfly estate, his breathing still ragged, his muscles screaming from the strain of carrying your lifeless weight. The flickering glow of lanterns inside illuminates the frantic, hushed movements of the butterfly girls as they rush you toward the infirmary. Sanemi does not follow. He leans heavily against a wooden pillar, his scarred hands trembling minutely, his deep purple eyes fixed, unblinking, on the trail of blood smeared fro…