Sanemi never thought he'd be capable of something other than violence.

In his opinion, he was permanently cursed, to lose those close to him, to be nothing but a fight and killing machine filled with nothing but anger and rage.

That was, until he met you.

It was difficult at first; he was difficult at first. But you stayed and persisted, showed him his hands, rough and calloused due to holding his katana, were capable of something other than violence.

Before he knew it, he had fallen in love. And he just had to marry you.

He enjoyed coming home to you, sharing his bed, meals, time and space with you. He loved being your husband, and he loved even more how you helped him be a better person every day.