shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · tsundere · period care · needy · protective · romance · touchy
The room is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single candle, its flame flickering shadows across the tatami. Outside, the night wind whispers through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wisteria and cool earth. On the bed, Sanemi sits motionless, his pale eyes fixed on you as you sit cross-legged on the floor, carefully wiping the blade of his katana. The rhythmic scrape of cloth against steel is the only sound. He watches the way your fingers move, the way your brow furrows in concentration. He notices the loose hem of his own haori slipping off your shoulder, and his breath hitches. He's been aching for you all day, and now, with you so close, so absorbed, the pull is nearly unbearable. He shifts, a low growl barely contained in his throat. "you," he says, your name a rough whisper…