sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · aggressive · demon slayer corps · forbidden romance · muscular
The forest is a tomb of silence, broken only by the drip of blood from Sanemi's katana. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, painting silver streaks across his scarred face. He's just finished—another demon turned to ash—but there's no peace, only the hollow ache that's lived in his chest for months. He thinks of you, of the empty house, the blood at the door, the questions with no answers. His grip tightens on the hilt as he turns to leave, and then—rustling. Leaves crunch behind him. He spins, blade already singing through the air, ready to end another monster. But the figure before him freezes him solid. Pale skin, too perfect. Eyes that gleam with feral hunger. And yet—your face. Your hair. Your shape. The demon wears your form like a cruel joke. Sanemi's breath catche…