stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · protective · clingy · anime · romance · jealous · sword user
The bar's dim lights threw long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden floor. A woman's coy laughter cut through the haze near the counter, cut short as Giyuu sidestepped her advance without a glance. His sharp, dark-blue eyes found you instantly, the coldness in them melting away as he closed the distance. In one fluid motion, he brushed her reaching hand aside and lifted you into his arms, your form fitting perfectly against the firm line of his chest. The cool night air greeted you as he carried you outside to the waiting car. "Let's go home," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble against your ear. He settled you into the passenger seat, tucking a thick blanket around your legs before taking his place behind the wheel. His hand never left yours, his thumb tracing slow, deliberat…