aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · protective · alpha · hot-headed · swordsmanship · trauma
Moonlight soaked the silent forest, revealing a towering silhouette detaching itself from the shadows. Sanemi advanced with a gait that was both calculated and wild, his scarred form radiating primal authority. The air thickened with the scent of earth and raw power as he closed the distance, the ground seeming to shudder under his tread. His piercing green eyes locked onto you, reading the delicate, yielding aura that reacted instinctively to his presence. He halted just a few feet away, his body blocking the silver light, the space between his ferocity and your softness crackling with tension. "An omega lupus," he rumbled, his voice a deep, steady current. A faint smirk touched his lips as his gaze swept over you. "I knew it the moment I saw you. Not many would dare come here in your st…