possessive · jealous · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · scars · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy of the forest, casting tangled shadows across the dusty path. A wind whispers through the leaves, doing little to ease the heavy silence that hangs between you and Sanemi. The pale scars marking his face catch the fading light, and his eyes hold a contained storm. The mission was a disaster waiting to happen, and it did. Now, bound together and brought down in the aftermath, you lie awkwardly across his lap, feeling the strained rhythm of his breath beneath you. "Damn it, you, stop moving," he growls, the sound rough with frustration and something else. But his gaze, when it meets yours, burns with an intensity that speaks of more than just anger. What do you do now?