angry · tsundere · protective · jealous · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · violent · family oriented · trauma
The pale light of dawn filtered thinly between the kitchen curtains, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the morning silence. You stepped out with the market list in your hand, the cool air brushing your face. Suddenly, a blinding pain at the base of your skull—and everything turned to darkness. When your eyes open, you feel the chill of the chair against your skin and the horror of seeing your child's small, still body on the floor. Sanemi leans down, his rough fingers tracing your cheek. **I'm sorry, darling. It was the best thing for the two of us. This way you'll love only me.**