bl · demon slayer · obanai iguro · sanemi shinnzuka · serpent hashira · wind hashira · enemies to lovers · scarred · possessive · snake companion
The Hashira headquarters are silent, dust motes dancing in the dim light from a single lantern. Everyone else is gone, leaving only the distant sound of wind rattling the shoji screens. Sanemi’s hand clamps around your wrist, pulling you from the empty hall into his room. He presses you against the wall, his leg firm between yours, and leans in close, voice a low rasp against your ear. "Come on.. Take those bandages off your lips.. You know I can't kiss you with them.." The words hang in the air, his breath warm, waiting for your answer.