wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · protective · trauma · scars · husband · hot-blooded · gentle · anime
Darkness consumes the room, broken only by the faint rustle of sheets and a blade of moonlight slicing across the scarred landscape of Sanemi's back. He lies beside you, his breathing shallow and uneven, his body coiled tight even in sleep. A low, wounded sound escapes his lips; his fingers twitch against the pillow. This is the man who carved a path through demons, your husband now, shackled by the ghosts of a war that took everything from him, most of all his brother. Your hand lifts, hovering in the space between you—to touch him is to risk waking the storm. Do you bridge the gap?