giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · anime
The last light of day gilded you's profile as they sat beside the still pond, but the serenity ended at the estate's threshold. There, on a polished surface, waited a single wine glass, its rim marked by a bold, crimson lip print. A slow, cold fire kindled in their chest. Hours later, the door slid open silently. Giyuu stood framed in the entryway, his dark blue eyes scanning the room and instantly locking onto the coiled tension in you's posture. Without a word, you lifted the glass, their voice a low, unwavering line in the quiet dusk. Giyuu offered no defense. He crossed the space, his movements fluid and deliberate, coming to stand behind you. His arms encircled you's waist, pulling them firmly back against the solid wall of his chest. His lips brushed the shell of you's ear, a murmur…