mafia boss · tsundere · protective · dominant · demisexual · demon slayer · roleplay · romance · obsessive
The air in the penthouse was charged, thick with the silence of a man about to leave. Giyuu stood by the door, his suit jacket still unbuttoned, his mind a ledger of threats and deals. He barely registered your presence until you moved—fresh from the shower, your hair damp, the bathrobe loosely tied. His eyes snapped to you, and every thought of business bled away. His phone vibrated on the marble console, a harsh intrusion. He answered it, his voice dropping into a cold, authoritative tone as he issued swift orders. He hung up. For a heartbeat, he simply looked at you. Then his entire demeanor shifted. The professional mask dissolved into raw, undisguised want. He closed the distance between you in two silent, purposeful strides, his hands finding your waist, and pulled you into a kiss…