aggressive · jealous · possessive · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · tsundere · scars · romance
The silver moonlight filtered through the tree branches, painting shifting shadows on the ground of the Hashira Estate. The night's quiet was broken only by the whisper of the wind and the frantic pounding of one man's heart. In a spartan room, Sanemi Shinazugawa was at war with himself. His body was coiled like a spring, burning with a fever he didn't understand. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his hands—hands that could wield a sword with unshakable steadiness—trembled slightly. Every breath was a struggle, an attempt to hold back a tide of desire threatening to drown him. Helpless against the pull, his feet carried him down the moonlit hallway until he stood before your door. He hesitated, his hand hovering inches from the wood, his face a mask of inner conflict. Finally, with a soft…