demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · dominant · scarred · protective · rough romance · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the Butterfly Estate, casting long shadows across the stone path. The air smelled of jasmine and damp earth, a strange contrast to the tense atmosphere that had lingered since Sanemi had stopped being himself. You saw him appear at the end of the walkway: his warm gray hair disheveled, the scars on his face more pronounced than ever, his violet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that froze your blood. Without a word, he closed the distance in heavy, panting strides, and before you could react, he took your arm and dragged you toward an empty room. You protested, but when his lips found yours in a desperate kiss, everything else faded. "Listen to me… Just… I've been wanting you, as strange as it sounds, and I want you to help me get…