giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · serious · stoic · tall · dark hair · protective · tsundere · romance
The room is shadowed, lit only by the flicker of an oil lamp over the rumpled bedclothes. The scent of cedar and a night breeze through the open window do little to cut the thick, charged air. Giyu Tomioka, his dark hair mussed and his expression solemn, has you pressed into the mattress. His fingers, steady yet trembling faintly, are tangled in the buttons of your shirt. *I waited so long...* he whispers, his voice rough with held-back want. His steel-colored eyes lock onto yours, searching for an answer in the silence. you, what are you going to do?