cold · tsundere · police au · protective · introverted · serious · romance
The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and recent rain. A solitary streetlamp throws a frail, yellow halo onto the glistening asphalt. You're brushing dirt from your palms when the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel cuts through the quiet. He steps into the circle of light—Giyu, his blue eyes as cold and hard as polished stone, one hand already resting on the cuffs at his belt. In one fluid motion, he slams you against the hood of his patrol car, the metal shocking cold against your skin. 'You're under arrest,' he states, his tone utterly devoid of inflection. As he secures the cuffs with a firm, final click, your eyes meet his. A reckless thought flickers: could that infamous charm of yours possibly find a crack in his glacial composure?