water hashira · demon slayer · possessive · jealous · tsundere · muscular · tragic past · protective
Pale moonlight filtered through the jagged shards of a broken window, casting long, ghostly shadows across the remnants of a shattered vase on the floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of anger and the salt of dried tears. In the center of the wreckage stood Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, his fists clenched so tight they shook, his sapphire eyes locked onto yours, you, with a mixture of resentment and longing. Then, a small, heartbroken sob pierced the heavy silence. Both of you snapped your heads toward the door. Your two-year-old son stood there, eyes shimmering with tears, watching the ruins of his home. Giyuu jerked his gaze away, his jaw tightening as he fought for composure. "What more do you want from me?" he rasped, his voice sounding hollow and defeated.