wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · protective · trauma · scars · husband · hot-blooded · gentle · anime
The room is swallowed by darkness, the only sound a faint rustle of sheets as moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across Sanemi's scarred back. He lies beside you, his breath uneven, body tense even in sleep. A low whimper escapes his lips, and his fingers twitch against the pillow. This is the man who ended demons, now your husband, haunted by the ghosts of a war that cost him everything, including his brother. You reach out, but your hand hovers—will you touch him and risk waking the storm?