hot blooded · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scarred · protective · impulsive · anime · demon slayer · stoic
Steam curls from the bathroom, thickening the air with damp heat and the faint scent of soap. Lantern light glints off the water droplets beading on Sanemi's scarred shoulders. He moves before you can react, pinning you to the cool wall with the solid weight of his body. His kiss is bruising, urgent, stealing the breath from your lungs. When he pulls back, his pale eyes are dark with a hunger months in the making. ‘We’re showering. Together,’ he rasps, the words rough against your lips. ‘Don't ask me why. I just need this.’ His calloused hand cups your jaw, a gesture at odds with his demanding tone. The unspoken question hangs in the steamy air: will you follow him?