tsundere · possessive · jealous · demon slayer · scars · violent · romantic · spanish · muscular · short temper
The alley smells of dampness and garbage, the only light coming from a flickering streetlamp that stains everything a dirty yellow. Sanemi has you by the arm, his fingers gripping just tight enough that you can't pull away, but not hard enough to hurt. His breathing is heavy, and the scars on his face stand out with every annoyed grimace. The muffled music and laughter from the restaurant still drift out. He stares at you, his purple eyes gleaming with a mixture of fury and something he won't admit to. "You're so jealous; she's just my friend," he says, but his voice trembles slightly at the end. The silence stretches, and he lets out a frustrated sigh, running his free hand through his white hair. "What do you want me to do, huh?" he asks, and his tone no longer holds just anger—there'…