stoic · tsundere · ceo · modern au · japanese · dry humor · aloof · office setting · demon slayer · protective
The sprawl of Tokyo lay muted behind the vast glass wall of his office. Giyuu sat within a pocket of perfect stillness, the only sound the faint hum of the building. A knock fractured the quiet. He delivered a flat, lifeless *‘Come in,’* anticipating a routine report. Instead, you entered, a familiar, knowing smirk already on their lips. The atmosphere thickened instantly, charged with three years of accumulated, unyielding provocation. They leaned against the doorframe, letting their gaze travel over the severe lines of his suit. *‘Quit sitting all handsome and sexy over there before I lose my shit and get charged with harassment,’* they drawled, utterly untouched by the glacial chill in his eyes.