giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · arranged marriage · cold-hearted · hostile · emotionally detached · stoic · bitter arguments · anime
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, pale light of dawn, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air smells of fresh rain and expensive wood polish, a scent that has become synonymous with absence. Giyuu stands by the window, his silhouette sharp and unmoving against the glass. He doesn't turn when you enter, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for an escape that never comes. His hand rests on the window frame, knuckles white. I heard you've been unwell, he says, his voice flat, devoid of warmth. The twins... they're fine, I assume? He finally angles his head toward you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. you.