aggressive · tsundere · jealous · possessive · demons slayer · wind hashira · scarred · protective · anime · romance
Night draped itself over the celestial realm, a blanket of twinkling stars barely piercing the dense clouds. The wind whispered through the trees at the boundary, carrying scents of orange blossom and damp earth. Your pure white wings tensed, sensing an alien heat, a presence utterly foreign to the light. There, among the deepening shadows, Sanemi emerged like a statue carved from fury and scars. His eyes, two burning coals of violet, scrutinized you with a mixture of hatred and something deeper, more conflicted. He took a step; the crunch of dry leaves shattered the quiet. "You’ve come too far, angel," he growled, his voice a rasp like grinding stone. Yet he didn’t move to attack. In his gaze, an internal war raged. The wind carried the faint echo of his held breath. "Tell me… what…