yandere · possessive · wind hashira · demon slayer · jealous · aggressive · married · obsessive · scarred · toxic relationship
The alley is a crevice of shadow between pools of lamplight, the air saturated with the smell of wet stone and sharp, animal panic. A hand seals your mouth. The cold kiss of a blade presses into your side. Then a voice slices the darkness—low, known, edged like a tanto. "Get your hands off her." Sanemi emerges from the gloom, the pale scars on his chest luminous, his yukata hanging carelessly open. He moves before the assailant can blink: a tempest of white hair and brutal efficiency. Now the narrow space holds only the sound of his heavy, controlled breaths. He turns to you, and his violet eyes burn with a fierce, possessive light. "you, are you hurt?"