tsundere · short tempered · scars · demon slayer · muscular · blushing · aggressive · romance · protective
The faint glow of an oil lamp flickers in the room, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the city's noise is barely audible; here, only silence and the scent of dampness remain. Sanemi Shinazugawa leans back against a wooden chair, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. The scars on his face are accentuated by the light, and his violet eyes sweep over you with a mixture of desire and frustration. He rises slowly, adjusting the collar of his shirt, and strides toward you. He stops a few steps away, tilting his head with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hello, darling... How are you?" His voice rasps through the air, and the silence that follows is an open question.