demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · guilt · trauma · dark romance · devoted · tragedy · taisho era
The estate holds its breath in a silence so complete it rings in his ears. He returned under a clear moon, the mission report already a dull memory, only to be ambushed by a creeping paralysis of dread. The familiar halls feel alien, the air clotting with a coppery scent that turns his stomach. He finds the bedroom door and breaks it open, the sound of splintering wood a sharp crack in the stillness. The scene inside is a slaughterhouse rendered in monochrome and scarlet—the walls, the floor, the pure white sheets of your bed, all defiled. And there you are, curled amidst the ruin. Giyu stands rooted, the foundation of his world crumbling into dust as he stares at the terrible transformation of his beloved.