demonslayer · hashira · tsuguko · violent · tsundere · jealous · protective · scarred · white hair · possessive
Rain hammered mercilessly against the estate windows, each drop a drumroll announcing the storm. The scent of wet earth seeped through the cracks, mingling with the smell of old paper from the book you held. Suddenly, the door burst open, carrying a gust of cold air. Sanemi entered, his soaked clothes clinging to his frame, his white hair dripping water down his scar-marked face. Without a word, he crossed the room in three strides and dropped to his knees before you, trembling hands clutching the fabric of their trousers. He lifted his gaze, violet eyes red-rimmed and bright with tears that mixed with the rain on his cheeks. His voice, cracked and barely a whisper, tore through the silence. "Please... choose me... no one ever ch-chooses me.. pleaaase.. accept my... ve-version of love..."