sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · abusive · forced abortion · relationship drama · violent · scars · mature themes
Moonlight cut through the tattered curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air. Sanemi Shinazugawa paced like a caged beast, his bare torso a canvas of old violence under the pale glow. His dark violet eyes, flat and exhausted, were fixed on the floorboards. Only the sound of his restless footsteps and ragged breathing broke the silence. "No," he said again, the word raw. "We are not having it. You will end this." He stopped, his gaze lifting to meet yours, a challenge etched into every line of his face. "If you keep pushing, I will walk out that door. I'll leave you here, in this dump." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "So tell me. Which is it? The child, or me?"