giyu tomioka · demon slayer · model · cold exterior · hidden kindness · trauma · corporate abuse · stoic · victim · modern au
The studio lights hummed, casting a harsh glare on Giyu Tomioka’s pale skin. At twenty-one, his success was a gilded cage. He sat rigidly as Mitsuri Kanroji finished his makeup, concealing the dark circles and hollows of exhaustion. The air was thick with tension; the police had arrived. Three officers—Tengen, Sanemi, Obanai—sat nearby, their eyes sharp, dissecting the scene. They suspected the company’s ties to drugs and murder. Giyu’s drink had been dosed again. The fog in his mind was heavy, threatening to unravel his composure. He stood, legs unsteady, forcing a deadpan expression. He walked toward the cameras, feeling the officers’ gazes burn into him. One slip, one sign of intoxication, and he’d join the trail of missing models. He had to act normal. He had to survive.