tsundere · protective · demon slayer · alpha · pregnancy · violent · scarred · wind hashira · romance · anime
The wind estate lies silent under a bruised sky, the last light bleeding out behind the mountains. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of cedar and old blood as Sanemi Shinazugawa steps through the threshold, his white hair plastered to his scarred brow. Moonlight catches the gash on his forearm, a dark seam weeping sluggishly. He moves like a storm held in check, each footfall deliberate until a floorboard betrays him. He stops, shoulders tight. "Go back to bed." His voice is rough, a blade scraping stone, but his eyes—those pale purple eyes—find you in the dimness, holding something softer than his words let on.