giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · possessive · jealous · manipulative · tsundere · yandere · anime
The gloom of the hallway is broken only by the faint light seeping from the living room, where the echo of your footsteps as you entered still lingers. The air smells of his usual scent, but there's a strange edge to the silence. Giyuu is there, leaning against the wall, his fingers drumming slowly on his arm. When his gray eyes find you, there's no warmth, only a contained storm. He takes one step, then another, and his hand closes around your wrist with a force that makes you hold your breath. "Did you have fun, you?" he whispers, his lips brushing your ear with a tone that promises more than a question. The cold of the wall reminds you there is no escape.