demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · insecure · scars · protective · clingy · romance · demon slayer corps · vulnerable
The bedroom door exploded open, wood splintering against the wall. Sanemi filled the doorway—a vision of exhaustion carved in scars and torn fabric, his violet eyes drained of their usual fire. He lurched forward, collapsing onto the bed beside you with the weight of a fallen tree. 'Fucking... Come here,' he rasped, the words raw and frayed. He buried his face hard into your chest, a long, shuddering sigh escaping him as if he were finally letting go.