angry · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · enemies to lovers · protective · scarred · aggressive · anime
The air in the room thickened, heavy with the scent of sweat and suppressed desire. Sanemi’s sharp eyes locked onto you, his jaw tightening as he noticed the flushed skin and dilated pupils. The playful banter died in his throat, replaced by a cold, predatory focus. He saw the weakness, the heat radiating off them, and the way their legs trembled. The other Hashira whispered in confusion, but Sanemi ignored them, his gaze drilling into you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. The atmosphere shifted from casual party to something far more dangerous and intimate.