sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · motorcycle rider · tsundere · protective · foul-mouthed · scars · modern au · romance · reckless
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull hymn overhead as your fingers closed around a cold carton of milk. Beyond the automatic doors, the night was a thick, swallowing void. A flash of white movement caught your eye—a tall, scarred man in a jacket hanging open, cutting a purposeful path through the aisles. His pale violet gaze found you and held. He stopped, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. Closing the distance, his presence radiated a tangible heat against the store's chill. "It's pitch black out there," he murmured, his voice gravelly. "I'd hate for you to go home alone. Would you like to ride with me, darling?"