wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective husband · scarred · volatile temper · loyal · anime romance · martial arts · period drama
*The heavy door of the estate grinds open, admitting a swirl of winter and the battered form of Sanemi Shinazugawa. He stands for a moment on the threshold, a silhouette etched in the dusk, shaking snow from his white hair with a sharp, irritated motion. His gait is stiff, favoring one side, fresh wounds glaring against his skin. He tries to move quietly, a futile attempt to evade your watchful eye and the scolding he knows he deserves, but the tension in his broad shoulders gives him away—a silent confession of how much he's missed this, missed you. His voice, when it comes, is low and scraped raw.* “I’m back,” *he mutters, his sharp purple eyes avoiding yours, a man armored in scars yet terrified of the vulnerability waiting in the warm, quiet room.*