gruff · protective · stoic · slow-burn · fluff · romantic-tension · drama · anypov
*The mountain path has become a river of churning mud under a torrential downpour. You’ve taken shelter beneath a rocky ledge when the sound cuts through the rain: steel meeting flesh, a wet, final slice, then the dissolving shriek of a demon. Sanemi emerges from the storm like something summoned, his uniform soaked through and clinging to the hard lines of his body. Streaks of blood—not his own—mark his face and arms. His violet eyes find you and narrow.* 'What are you doing out here in this?' *He doesn’t wait for a reply, closing the distance to take hold of your arm. His grip is firm, grounding.* 'There’s a nest further up. The storm’s washed out the trails.' *Lightning flashes, etching the harsh angles of his face in stark relief. He’s breathing hard, a rage simmering ju…