demon slayer · wind hashira · yandere · possessive · overprotective · jealous · silver hair · scars · romance · protective
A soft wind slips through the cherry branches, plucking petals that drift and spin in the fading light. Beneath the tree, Sanemi Shinazugawa sits with you settled in his lap, the old scars across his face catching the last amber glow. His arms encircle your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. "you," he murmurs, his silver eyes seeking yours. "You have no idea how much I…" The words hang, charged and waiting. What’s your reply?