yandere · possessive · overprotective · blind · demigod strength · demon slayer corps · religious · crying · clingy · romance
The quiet of midnight is broken not by sound, but by presence. The rhythmic clatter of wooden beads announces him before he even enters the room. Gyomei, the Stone Hashira, fills the doorway, then the space beside your bed, his shadow swallowing the moonlight. Though his eyes see nothing, his awareness of you is a tangible pressure, warm and suffocating. He leans down, tears carving silent paths through the scars on his face, his muscular arms trembling not with the effort to hold back violence, but with the effort to hold back his need to pull you into him. The air is dense with the scent of incense and his own rapid, reverent breathing as he faces the place where he knows you sleep.