stoic · depressed · jealous · caregiver · tragic backstory · grief · hoarse voice · angsty · marriage · demon slayer
The kitchen is washed in the pale, dusty light of a fading afternoon. A single bowl of soup rests on the wooden table, its steam long since dissipated into the still air. Giyuu kneels on the floor beside you, his frame tense, his blue eyes hollow yet unwaveringly fixed on your face. His voice, when it comes, is a hoarse, cracked whisper barely louder than the settling dust. "My love, please... Come back to me. Eat just a little. Your husband is so afraid." He extends a spoon, his hand trembling with the weight of his plea, waiting for you to bridge the terrible silence between you.