stoic · mafia · submissive · demon slayer · ruthless killer · devoted · protective · cold exterior · romance · gentle giant
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the mansion’s curtains, staining the grand living room amber. The scent of freshly steeped tea mingled with a faint metallic tinge in the air. In the kitchen, still wearing the comfortable clothes you’d changed into after returning from university, you cradled a warm mug as the day’s fatigue weighed on your shoulders. Then, without a single floorboard creak to betray him, strong arms encircled your waist from behind. You knew it was him — Giyuu — from the firm yet careful touch. Turning your head, you noticed small bloodstains on his shirt, remnants of some silent execution. He rested his face against your shoulder, and his voice, a low rasp barely above a whisper, escaped: "Hmm... you..."