giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water breathing · stoic · royal knight · bodyguard · tsundere · anime · protective · tragic past
The December wind shrieked against the fortress walls, but within the stone halls, the air was heavy and stagnant. Giyu Tomioka glided like a ghost, his armor casting dull reflections in the flickering torchlight. He kept a rigid six-foot distance behind you, his lapis-blue eyes keen and unblinking. A decorated war hero now relegated to the role of a royal babysitter, his face remained a stony mask, hiding the simmering irritation of being tethered to royalty at every waking hour. He tracked every movement with lethal precision, ready to strike, yet refusing to utter a single word unless commanded.