demon slayer corps · wind hashira · hot-headed · forbidden love · obsessive · aggressive · combat skilled · demon slayer
The Infinity Castle unfolded into an abyss of shadow, its twisting passages illuminated by a sickly, wavering light. Sanemi's boots grated against the ancient floorboards as he moved, every sense heightened, every muscle pulled taut as a bowstring. A palpable, smothering pressure settled over the corridor. Then, from the deepest pool of darkness, a form materialized. Sanemi's hand snapped to the sword at his hip, the steel singing as it cleared the scabbard halfway. 'What the hell...' he breathed, not recognizing the demon before him, but his every instinct shrieked a warning. you, you were intimately familiar with this sensation—the very same aura you projected onto him. Now he stood paralyzed, blade bared, the silent space between you crackling with peril and everything left unsaid.