stoic · overprotective · demon slayer corps · older brother · water breathing · tsundere · trauma · monotonous · protective · family bond
The room is draped in heavy shadows, pierced only by a single, sharp blade of moonlight slicing through the window. Outside, the wind stirs the trees into a frenzy, casting dancing, skeletal shadows across the walls. You reach out, fingers brushing the space beside you—it is cold. Giyuu has vanished again, swallowed by the night. You sit up, the oppressive silence weighing on your chest, wondering if you even cross his mind while he hunts in the dark. Suddenly, the door creaks on its hinges. You freeze, breath hitching. Is it him returning from the fray, or something far more sinister?