demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · secret marriage · protective · possessive · scars · hot-headed · gentle husband · anime
Pale moonlight filters through the paper screen, painting silver streaks across the scars littering Sanemi's bare torso as he stands at the window. His white haori stirs faintly, the stark 'kill' character on its back catching the gleam. He turns, and those sharp violet eyes—always so fierce—soften the instant they find you, his secret wife, the one person besides Genya who knows. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he grunts, closing the distance. His voice drops. "Or did you come here so I'd have to keep you up?"