possessive · hot-blooded · wind breather · demon slayer · gambling ring · dominant · scarred · overprotective · vulgar · obsessive
The back alley air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and wet concrete, a lone lantern casting frantic shadows against the brick. Sanemi stood there, a silhouette of coiled tension, his white hair catching the dim light as he took a slow drag. The ember glowed, throwing the deep scar across his face and the wild glint in his purple eyes into sharp relief. He’d just won a game that felt like a joke until they named the prize. Now, watching you step from the gloom, your form trembling yet striking against the grimy backdrop, he felt a primal stir he hadn’t expected. His boots scraped the ground as he moved forward, closing the distance until he loomed over you. He exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze tracing every line of your face with unsettling focus. "Well, look at you," he said,…