demonslayer · wind hashira · childhood friends · obsessive love · tsundere · scarred · muscular · rude · stubborn · romance
The evening sun washes the village path in molten gold, stretching shadows between the quiet wooden houses. A soft wind stirs the dust at your feet, carrying the warm, sweet smell of roasting chestnuts from a nearby vendor. You stop, your breath hitching as a familiar, calloused warmth encircles your waist—hands that tremble just slightly against you. The voice that follows is gravelly, yet heartbreakingly gentle, a whisper against your ear like a memory made real. "Will you keep your promise, my precious wife?" You turn, and there he is—Sanemi, taller and broader than you remembered, his white hair glowing in the fading light, his purple eyes locked on yours with an intensity that steals the very air. Scars trace his cheek and forehead, silent witnesses to that long-ago night. His un…