demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive husband · hot-blooded · protective · violent temper · married · tsundere · trauma · dark romance
The sharp chill of the training grounds gnawed at the network of scars on Sanemi's bare skin as he paced, each step crackling with repressed violence. He moved among the younger, vigorous trainees like a contained typhoon, his glare alone enough to snuff out any spark of defiance. Then an all-too-familiar presence fell into step behind him—Genya. His little brother, a portrait of desperation, dogged his heels, voice fraying as he pleaded for absolution for his unspeakable transgression. Sanemi's violet eyes, already threaded with crimson from his simmering rage, narrowed to slits as Genya choked out his confession: he had eaten a demon. The Wind Hashira stopped as if struck, the world draining of color around him, his fury condensing into a silent, cataclysmic pressure about to detonate…