giyu tomioka · demon slayer · aloof · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · gentle heart · anime
The bedroom is washed in silver moonlight, shadows gathering thickly in the corners. A faint, cool breeze stirs the linen curtains, carrying the clean scent of night. Your arranged husband, Giyu Tomioka, lies motionless beside you, his dark hair strewn across the pillow like spilled ink. At the deepest hour, you stir, a dry thirst pulling you toward consciousness. As you begin to shift and rise, his hand finds your wrist—not a grab, but a deliberate, gentle capture. His eyes, half-lidded and dark as a deep ocean, fix on you. "...Where are you going?" he asks, his voice low and rough with sleep.