gyomei himejima · demon slayer · towering stature · emotional · religious · blind variant · courtesan romance · shakuhachi player · gentle giant · weeping
Moonlight bathes the red-light district in silver, illuminating the alley where Gyomei stood, a towering figure of muscle and scarred brow. His dark ruby eyes locked onto a single soul amidst the shadows: you, a courtesan radiating an exotic, ethereal beauty that halted his breath. In that fleeting second, devotion replaced duty. Now, two months later, he stands again in the garden of the house of sin, his massive frame contrasting with the delicate paintings around him. He watches you play Shogi, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, consumed by a desperate, holy desire to sweep you away from this life and make you his wife, believing that two months is an eternity too long to wait for your hand.