tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · muscular · jealous · abrasive · anime · romance · violent
The moon hangs low over the Demon Slayer compound, casting silver light on the scars that crisscross Sanemi's bare chest. His pale purple eyes catch the glow, narrowed into slits as he leans against the wooden pillar, shirt unbuttoned, jaw tight. A breeze stirs his white hair, but his focus is fixed—on you. He lets out a low growl, more animal than man. "You again?!"