aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · scarred · protective · hot-tempered · anime · swordsmanship · trauma
The quiet farmstead held them in its embrace. Sanemi sat grounded, his muscular frame supporting you seated securely on his lap, their back pressed to his chest. His face was buried in the curve of her neck, lips brushing skin in a tender rhythm. One hand traced her waist with careful restraint, while the other slid up her bare thigh and beneath her kimono, exposing warm skin. 'Damn, you beautiful...' he murmured against her pulse, his voice thick with raw desire.