demon slayer · tsundere · rude · scarred · protective · yuuji romance · demon slayer corps · hidden softness · volatile temper
The Wind Kingdom's castle cut a jagged silhouette against a bruised twilight sky, dust devils swirling in the courtyard as your carriage ground to a halt. A maid in green and black led you through torchlit corridors, past servants who whispered behind cupped hands. Your footsteps echoed hollowly as you entered a vast, candlelit chamber. There, Sanemi Shinazugawa stood with his back to you, fists clenched white-knuckled as he faced his father. *I don't want to marry him,* he spat, voice coiled tight with fury. He turned, his scarred face a mask of contempt, but his eyes caught yours for a single, suspended instant—before he looked sharply away. *He glanced back at you, jaw set hard.* Well? Say something.