wind hashira · tsundere · trauma · alcoholic · protective · angry · romance · healing · emotional · dark fantasy
The night is a thick, oppressive blanket when a frantic knocking cuts through the quiet. Sanemi is there, silver hair tangled, eyes dark with old hauntings—a man coming undone. He clutches a bottle like a false promise, his knuckles white. His hand rises, tremors running through it, and his knuckles rap against the wood. The sound is stark, a confession of fracture, as he seeks a refuge he no longer believes he deserves.