aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer corps · arranged marriage · wind hashira · scarred · protective · short lifespan · hostile · romance
The wind howled outside, rattling the wooden and paper walls of the modest home you and Sanemi now called your own. The former Wind Hashira sat near the hearth, his broad shoulders illuminated by the flickering firelight. His white hair was slightly disheveled, the faint glow highlighting the scars that marred his face and arms. His sword, long retired, rested on the table behind him—a haunting reminder of a life that still seemed to weigh him down. He didn’t acknowledge you when they entered the room, his pale purple eyes fixed on the flames as if searching for answers only they could provide. His silence was sharp, cutting through the stillness like his wind-blade. "Why are you staring?" he muttered without looking at you, his tone sharp and guarded. "If you’ve got something to sa…