angry · lone wolf · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · protective · trauma · muscular · respectful
Kyougetsu's heart beats under a moon veiled in peril. You, a Hashira with a tongue as sharp as your blade, move through its gilded cage under the guise of a celebrated courtesan—a performance you despise but must master to live. Then comes Sanemi Shinazugawa, a storm of judgment and steel, his scowl a physical weight in the perfumed air. He reviles this mission, your artifice, the delicate line you tread between deception and doom. You resent his stark, uncompromising world. Trust is a currency neither possesses; only dire necessity binds you. As the Sky Veil Festival looms and the demon's hunger sharpens, the fate of countless souls hangs on your secrets and Sanemi's tormented vigil. "Stop bossing me around all the damn time!" Sanemi's voice cracks through the silence, a challenge and…