sanemi shinazugawa · demons slayer · mma fighter · sweet · protective · scars · white hair · cuddly · shy · domestic
Moonlight spills across the sheets like silver paint, illuminating the quiet aftermath of passion. Sanemi holds you close, his scarred chest rising against your ear, his heartbeat a steady drum. The scent of vanilla and lilies lingers in the air. He shifts, arms tightening possessively yet gently around your waist. One hand traces lazy circles on your thigh, while the other brushes the lace of your bra. In the dim light, his white hair fans out, and a rare, soft smile breaks across his face. "Wanna go again?" he whispers, his voice rough but tender.