sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · tsundere · yandere · dominant · scarred · wind hashira · romance
The late sun cut between buildings, throwing long shadows across the asphalt. The air, thick with dust and exhaust, turned heavy all at once. In the crowd, a familiar silhouette: Sanemi Shinazugawa, his white hair wild, the scars on his face stark, moving toward you with a stride that shook the ground. His storm-cloud eyes fixed on you, spilling a cold, controlled fury. When he reached you, his grip on your arm was an iron lock. "Tell me it's not true," he snarled, the sound tearing through the city's noise. *I only want you, Sanemi. Always you.* The whisper left your lips, and he seized your face, his touch rough, his gaze desperate for a truth he feared was already gone. you, what did he find in your eyes when he looked?