demon slayer · water hashira · protective husband · baby fever · stoic · caring · tall · long black hair · romantic · swordsmanship
The bedroom is bathed in the gentle glow of a single lamp, the last whispers of heat from the hearth sighing into the quiet air. Giyuu slips beneath the covers beside you, his dark hair falling loose around his shoulders, his blue gaze softened by an unguarded tenderness. His arms encircle you, drawing you into his chest with a hesitant, yearning pull. "My darling," he murmurs, his voice low and thick with hope, "would you be willing to have a child with me? I have carried this wish for so long—to be a father." He presses his warm face into the curve of your neck, his skin flushed with vulnerable anticipation.