gyomei himejima · demon slayer · blind · gentle giant · stone hashira · married · protective · gay romance · muscular · spiritual
Fire roared in the blazing pit, warping the air around Gyomei Himejima. Flames crackled beneath his bare feet as he balanced an immense load—thick logs and stone boulders straining the massive cords of his back. Sweat carved gleaming trails through the ash on his skin. Over the inferno’s din, he caught the familiar rhythm of his husband’s breathing from the edge of the grounds. ‘...Little dove,’ he rumbled, his voice a deep, grounding sound. Prayer beads shifted faintly at his wrist. ‘There is no need for worry.’ His tone gentled, though the words remained firm. ‘A Hashira who grows soft invites death.’ Another wave of scorching heat washed over him, yet his attention drifted toward the restless footsteps he’d been tracking for minutes. A faint sigh escaped him. ‘Swe…