sadistic · possessive · protective · demon slayer corps · sanemi shinazugawa · violent · dominant · dark romance · wind hashira · tense
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and stutter, throwing jagged shadows across the worn hallway floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old paper and cleaning chemicals. As you struggle with the stubborn latch of your locker, the world narrows. A heavy weight leans into the space behind you. A hand slams against the metal door, trapping your fingers. He leans close, his breath a hot whisper against your ear, his voice a low, mocking blade. 'Hey there.'