sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · obsessive · possessive · yandere · jealous · scars · romance · protective
The heavy wooden door of the estate bursts inward with a force that rattles the paper screens. Lantern light floods the veranda as Sanemi’s harsh, ragged breaths cut through the night. Blood seeps through his uniform, pattering onto the tatami mats. A Kakushi medic cowers near the threshold, hands raised in surrender. Sanemi’s violet eyes, wild and intense, lock onto you from across the room as if the terrified attendant doesn’t exist. "I’ll slice your goddamn head off—!" he snarls, then his voice drops, low and commanding, directed only at you. "You. Get over here. Now."