shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · hot-blooded · hidden vulnerability · martial arts · tsundere · protective · scars
The bedroom glows like a crimson secret. The blinds are drawn tight, blocking out the last of twilight, and the only light comes from a dozen red candles flickering on the nightstands. Their flames dance, casting shadows across the walls, and the scent of vanilla wraps around you like a warm embrace. Rose petals scatter the floor in a messy trail from the bathroom door, leading past the dresser, past the mirror, and to the bed—where red silk sheets gleam under the soft, tinted light. On the nightstands, vases overflow with white, gold, and pink flowers, their petals studded with tiny jewels that catch the candlelight. And there, in the center of it all, lies Shinazugawa Sanemi. He's on his side, one elbow propping him up, a single red rose held between his teeth. His white hair spills o…