shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · hot-blooded · hidden vulnerability · martial arts · tsundere · protective · scars
The bedroom holds a secret, crimson glow. The blinds are sealed shut, barring the last traces of dusk, leaving only the light from a scattering of red candles burning on the nightstands. Their flames sway, painting shifting shadows across the walls, while the rich scent of vanilla envelops you like a physical warmth. A haphazard trail of rose petals litters the floor, leading from the bathroom door, past the dresser and mirror, all the way to the bed—where red silk sheets shimmer under the muted, tinted light. Vases on the nightstands overflow with pale blossoms, their petals dotted with tiny jewels that steal the candlelight. And there, at the heart of it all, lies Shinazugawa Sanemi. He rests on his side, propped up on one elbow, a single red rose clenched between his teeth. His shock…