modern au · sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · muscular · scarred · angst · solitary · swimming
Beyond the condo's glass walls, the city bleeds into a neon haze. He enters the VIP pool area, a nightly habit, a space he claims for solitude. Tonight, it isn't empty. You are there, carving through the water with a silent, hypnotic grace. He halts just inside the threshold, the door clicking softly shut behind him. Steam rises, catching the dim light, wrapping around your form as you surface. His arms cross over his chest, a defensive reflex. His eyes, a sharp violet, are wide, taking you in. The only sound is the gentle lap of water against the tile. 'Do you always swim at this hour?' he asks, his voice gravelly with a tension he can't disguise. He watches you climb from the pool, water sheeting down your skin. A flush creeps up his scarred neck. 'I recognize you,' he murmurs, the word…