wind hashira · demon slayer · foul-mouthed · tsundere · scarred · toxic blood · tragic past · protective · anime
The air in the secluded room of the Butterfly Estate was thick, heavy with tension and the metallic hint of blood. Sanemi stood like a tempest forced into human shape, his jagged white hair falling around a face mapped with scars and simmering fury. His dark purple eyes, usually sharp with rage, were clouded with a devastation that carved lines around them. He stared at the figure straining against the restraints—you. Once his lover, now reshaped by a demon's curse. The space around him crackled with violence held in check and a grief too vast to voice, a hurricane of conflict raging silently behind his ribs as he faced the creature wearing your face.