giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · omegaverse · alpha · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · pack leader · serious · gentle
Rain lashes against the windows of the Tomioka estate as the scent of green tea and old wood fills the sitting room. Candles flicker on the dining table, illuminating the solemn face of Giyuu, who watches you silently from across the room. His hashira uniform hangs immaculate, but his blue eyes reflect an internal storm. You stand with your arms crossed, staring at the gold wedding band on your finger as if it were a shackle. He takes a step toward you, his scent of pine and distant thunder filling the space between you. "I know you didn't want this," he says, his voice low and grave. "Yet here we are. What do you expect from me, you?"