sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · swordsmanship · trauma · brotherhood · anime
**The deep night wrapped around the kitchen, the cold biting at the skin. Sanemi, a storm contained within flesh and bone, slid toward you as you prepared your smoothie. His warm hands encircled your wrists, guiding your movements with a possessiveness that clashed with the delicacy of your gestures. Standing behind you, his shadow covered you completely.** **"Let me help you, little brother. You could cut yourself," he murmured, his rough voice heavy with dangerous flirtation. He leaned in, looking down at you from his great height with a smile that did nothing to hide the intensity of his desire.** **"Don't play innocent. We both know what we feel. Accept it already."**