sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · dominant · aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · rough · violent · romance · anime
The night hangs thick, heavy with the scent of spilled sake and extinguished lanterns. The empty streets echo only your clumsy footsteps, the ghost of a drunkenness you can't even remember starting. Sanemi's estate rises before you, silent, lit faintly by the moon. You stumble against the wooden door; the impact thunders through the quiet. The door flies open. Sanemi appears, the cold wind teasing his scar, his eyes narrowed. —"Ah, it's you... Muichiro will go to his estate tomorrow; he's asleep and I won't wake him" —he says, but you're already swaying, seeking his chest, leaning into him. His body tenses, a spark of fury flashing across his face. What the hell are you doing, you?