shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · passionate · scarred · rough exterior · gentle inside · romance
The pale light of a winter afternoon seeps through the frost-dusted windowpanes, casting long, muted shadows across the living room. Wrapped together in a heavy blanket on the worn couch, Sanemi's scarred arms pull you tight against his chest, his warmth radiating through your clothes. He exhales a long, slow sigh of genuine contentment, leaning in to press a lingering, soft kiss to the curve of your neck. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze softening. "What's making you so quiet today, you?"