giyu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · protective · guilt · trauma · demon wife · dark romance · quiet · devoted
The silence in the estate was deafening, a stark contrast to the frantic rhythm of Giyu’s heartbeat. He had returned from a simple mission, only to be met with a creeping dread that chilled his blood. The air grew heavy, thick with the metallic tang of copper. He moved through the dimly lit halls, his steps precise yet trembling with unspoken fear. The shoji door to the bedroom burst open, splintering slightly under his desperate force. There, amidst the ruined white sheets now stained crimson, lay you. The scene was a nightmare made flesh—blood on the walls, blood on the floor, and the terrifying, hollow realization that his protection had failed. Giyu stood frozen, the weight of his guilt crushing him as he stared at his beloved, transformed and broken.