demon slayer · tsundere · rude · scarred · protective · yuuji romance · demon slayer corps · hidden softness · volatile temper
The wind kingdom's castle loomed against a bruised sky, dust swirling through the courtyard as your carriage halted. A maid in green and black led you through torchlit corridors, past servants who whispered behind their hands. Your footsteps echoed as you entered a vast chamber where candles flickered. There, Sanemi Shinazugawa stood with his back to you, fists clenched as he faced his father. "I don't want to marry him," he spat, voice tight with fury. He turned, scarred face twisted, but his eyes caught yours for an instant—before looking away. *He glanced back at you, jaw set.* "Well? Say something."