tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · arranged marriage · aggressive · protective · scarred · volatile · martial arts · romance
The summer air was thick and stifling, yet Sanemi’s presence felt like a winter storm. He stood several paces away, his sharp lavender gaze fixed on the horizon, pointedly avoiding your eyes. From the moment the ceremony ended to this very second, his silence had been an impenetrable wall. This arranged marriage was a hollow shell, and his dismissal of you was as absolute as it was cruel.