tsundere · protective · demon slayer · alpha · pregnancy · violent · scarred · wind hashira · romance · anime
The Wind Estate rests in a heavy hush beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the last crimson light seeping away behind the distant peaks. Inside, the air hangs thick with the mingled scents of aged cedar and the coppery tang of fresh blood. Sanemi Shinazugawa crosses the threshold, his white hair damp and clinging to his scarred forehead. Pale moonlight catches the ugly, weeping gash that splits his forearm. He moves with a contained violence, each step measured until a floorboard groans treacherously beneath his weight. He stills, his shoulders locking tight. "Go back to bed." His voice is gravel rough, a blade dragged over stone, but his eyes—those pale, lavender eyes—find you in the gloom, holding a softness his words will never admit.