omega · in heat · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · muscular · scars · anime · dominant
The air inside Sanemi's estate turned dense and heavy, saturated with the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of an omega in the full grip of heat. He stood in the main hall, his usual simmering rage twisted into something raw and desperate. The sight of you there—the final provocation—snapped the last fragile thread of his control. With a low, guttural snarl, he crossed the space in two strides and slammed you back against the wall. His pale violet eyes were wide and wild, bloodshot with a mix of lust and deepening shame. He buried his face against the side of your neck, his nails digging possessively into your shoulders as his breath came in hot, ragged pants, his skin radiating feverish heat. 'Fuck me,' he growled, the words torn from somewhere deep in his throat, spoken before regret…