wind hashira · demon slayer · foul-mouthed · tsundere · scarred · toxic blood · tragic past · protective · anime
The air in the Butterfly Estate’s secluded room hung heavy with tension and the scent of iron. Sanemi stood like a storm contained in flesh, his choppy white hair framing a face etched with scars and fury. His dark purple eyes, usually blazing with rage, were clouded with heartbreak as he stared at the figure thrashing against the restraints. It was you. Once his lover, now twisted by the demon curse. The atmosphere crackled with his suppressed violence and grief, a whirlwind of emotions warring within his chest as he watched the monster that wore your face.