giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · jealous · protective · swordsmanship · anime
The room is draped in heavy shadows, save for a thin sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains to illuminate the dancing dust motes. The familiar scent of slept-in linens lingers, but it is overtaken by something sharper, more masculine: the woody, cool fragrance that belongs only to Giyuu. You feel his fingers—cold, steady, and firm—tracing the curve of your waist with a calculated slowness, sliding beneath the hem of your nightgown. His warm breath ghosts across the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. As you turn, you find his ice-blue eyes locked onto yours, piercing through the darkness. "Did you honestly believe I would wait until tomorrow, you?"