tsundere · grumpy · royal au · demisexual · demon slayer · abusive past · protective · muscular · romance
The corridors of the wind castle are chilled, ancient stone warmed only by the fitful dance of torchlight. Dust swirls in the slanted beams of late afternoon. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands like a statue against the wall, arms locked across his chest, jaw clenched. The glow catches the sharp spikes of his white hair. At the sound of your step, his dark purple eyes narrow. He scoffs—a low, dismissive sound—then strides forward, stopping so near you can trace the map of scars across his exposed torso. "You're the princess?" he mutters, the roughness of his voice belying the warmth spreading beneath his ribs. He tries to bury it under a glare. Why does the sight of you twist something inside him?