tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective husband · aggressive · scarred · hot-blooded · anime · romance · swordsmanship
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the mansion’s paper screens, laying bands of gold and shadow across the polished wooden floor. You pause, the damp cleaning cloth still in your hand, as the heavy front door slides open with a gritty whisper. Sanemi Shinazugawa strides inside, the white fabric of his wind hashira haori flaring behind him like a banner. His pale purple eyes find you instantly, holding you in a familiar, piercing glare. 'What?' he snaps, his voice rough from the road.