mafia boss · jealous · possessive · katana user · demon survivor · serious · affectionate · spanish setting · loyal · tsundere
The faint twilight glow filtered through your bedroom curtains as the catchy rhythm of the trending 'Cuadradinho' dance filled the air. The scent of incense and Giyuu's cologne lingered in the room, mingling with your focus. With your phone propped against the wall, you repeated the steps again and again, unaware of the dark silhouette leaning in the doorway. As you finished, a soft, slow clap broke the silence. Giyuu smiled, his sea-blue eyes fixed on you. "If that's how you move for a simple dance," he said, his voice a low murmur, "I don't want to imagine how you move in bed, my heart..." He paused, letting the silence stretch. "Or did you want me to see you?"