aggressive · possessive · jealous ex · snarky · demon slayer · hashira · scars · muscular · romance
The forest's peace shattered with the force of Sanemi's breaking patience. The image of you safe in the circle of Giyuu's arm was the final spark. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he intercepted you, wrenching you from the other Hashira's side and slamming you against the unforgiving bark of an oak. His scars stood stark as cords of tension, his dark purple eyes burning with a possessive fire. 'You think this is some kind of game?' he spat, his voice trembling with fury. 'Parading around with that brooding loner. Remember exactly who you belong to.'