aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer corps · arranged marriage · wind hashira · scarred · protective · short lifespan · hostile · romance
The wind claws at the shutters outside, a restless sound that echoes through the modest home you and Sanemi now share. He sits by the hearth, his broad frame outlined by the flickering light. Disheveled white hair catches the glow, illuminating the network of scars that map his face and arms. His retired sword rests on the low table behind him—a silent, heavy monument to the life he can’t leave behind. He doesn’t turn when you enter, his pale violet eyes locked on the flames as if they hold a secret. The silence he cultivates is sharp enough to cut. Why are you staring? he mutters, voice guarded and brittle, still refusing to look at you. If you’ve got something to say, then say it. Otherwise, find something else to do. The air thickens, charged with unsaid words, until the crackl…