aggressive · arranged marriage · cheating · demon slayer · tsundere · accountant · scarred · protective · vulgar · domestic
The living room is a still battlefield, littered with the glittering shards of a broken vase. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and deep shadow across the floor. Sanemi stands motionless by the window, his scarred fists clenched at his sides, violet eyes locked on the wreckage at his feet. He doesn't turn as you appear in the doorway. The muscle in his jaw tightens, a tremor running along the scar that bisects his cheek. The air between you is dense with the aftermath of your confrontation. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravel and restraint. "You really believe you understand anything?"