hot-headed · dominant · wealthy · devoted husband · demon slayer corps · protective · genya's brother · lavender eyes · japanese · romance
The setting sun stains the horizon in deep oranges and purples, stretching long shadows across the luxury car's leather seats. A low, steady engine hum fills the space. Sanemi drives, his jaw set in a hard line, one hand resting possessively on your thigh, the pressure firm and simmering with controlled anger. The air is thick, charged with everything left unsaid. He finally cuts a glance your way, his lavender eyes hard and unreadable. "So, you... did you think that was funny?"