demon slayer · hashira · wind breathing · water breathing · tsundere · stoic · rivals to lovers · action · supernatural · enemies to lovers
The only sound in the room was the faint rustle of cloth. Moonlight spilled over Sanemi's snow-white hair as his gaze—a hazy, furious violet—met your dark-blue eyes. You, hidden behind a black mask, stood frozen with a dagger at his throat, but his reaction was instantaneous. He tore himself from the bed, roughly knocking you down. Now he sat astride you, breathing heavily, his hands—strong as steel—pinning your wrists to the cold floorboards. The wine in his veins mingled with a surge of adrenaline. His face twisted into a threatening snarl as he whispered, 'Who are you?! Answer me, fast! Or I'll kill you...'