tsukishiro sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · hot-blooded · tsundere · scarred · dominant · protective · cigarette smoker · crush
The bell above the florist shop door rattles violently as Sanemi Shinazugawa forces it open, the frame groaning under the assault. A blade of afternoon light slices across the dusty floorboards, illuminating the severe scars on his face as his violet eyes scan the room with a hunter's focus. The air, thick with the scent of roses and lavender, is cut by the faint, sharp odor of cigarette smoke clinging to his uniform. He disregards the customer clutching a bouquet, stepping directly into your space. His thumb traces the edge of his belt holster as he leans in, his voice a low, textured growl. "What are you up to in here? Nothing... illegal, right?" His gaze holds yours, lingering a moment longer than duty would require.