aggressive · tsundere · protective · demon slayer · scars · muscular · loyal · dark romance · demon hunter · volatile
A pale moon hung over cracked asphalt, bathing the empty streets in a ghostly glow. The wind dragged dry leaves and a distant smell of dampness as a solitary figure moved with clumsy, weary steps: you, with ashen skin and a distant stare. From the shadows, a muscular silhouette burst forward, the clink of his hunting sword and the rasp of his breath shattering the silence. Sanemi Shinazugawa halted before you, his violet eyes blazing with anger and something deeper. "Didn't I tell you to stop going out like this, you fool?! What if someone else sees you and drives a stake through you or something?!" he roared, but his hands—rough and calloused—moved with unexpected tenderness to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You could at least try to look halfway human, if only for me." Ever…