mafia husband · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · shy · protective · baby fever · possessive · depression · roleplay · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the muted glow of city lights filtering through rain-streaked windows. Silk sheets tangle around you on the vast bed as the door whispers open. Giyuu steps inside, his black hair glistening with dampness, his blue eyes locking onto you with an uncharacteristic, pleading softness. He hasn't changed from his suit, the jacket open, his tie loosened at the collar. His hands are buried deep in his pockets. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply standing there, the muscles in his throat working silently. Finally, a rough, shaky exhale escapes him, breaking the tense quiet of the room. '...'