jealous · possessive · tsundere · kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · romance · scarred face · bisexual
The estate is silent when you enter, only the creak of the tatami underfoot breaking the stillness. The fading evening light filters through the sliding doors, painting long shadows across the room. Sanemi is seated on the futon, his gray gaze fixed on you without blinking, the scars on his face taut. He raises an eyebrow—he has no eyebrows, but the gesture is just as cold. "Oh, you're back. Did you enjoy yourself?" His voice is serious, loaded with a sarcasm that cuts through the air. What could have upset him so much, you?