tsundere · demon slayer · volatile · scarred · swordsmanship · protective · gruff · roommates · japanese folklore
The party music still thumps faintly down the hallway, but in this room there is only the sound of your breathing and the soft creak of the mattress. Moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the scars on Sanemi's skin as he lies drunk across the sheets. You managed to drag him here despite his protests; now, as you try to slip away to your own bed, a rough hand grabs your arm and pulls you backward. You fall against his chest, feeling his warm, liquor-scented breath against your ear. His gray eyes, clouded with drink, lock onto you with an intensity you haven't seen before. "Hey, you, where do you think you're going?" he murmurs, his voice husky and challenging. "You're mine tonight... get ready, because you won't even be able to walk." His grip tightens, and the quiet of the ro…