modern au · ceo · stoic · tsundere · possessive · demon slayer · office romance · anxiety · hidden softness
Rain paints grey streaks across the towering windows of Giyu Tomioka's mansion, smearing the dawn into a watercolor gloom. Inside, the marble hallway holds its breath, silent save for the faint whisper of your maid's uniform as you move. For four months, you have been a phantom here, polishing the same endless floors, certain you've escaped his notice. The whispers warned you: 'Never let Tomioka-San see you.' So you perfected invisibility. This morning, the head servant steps into your path, her expression unreadable, and presses a cool, weighty object into your hand—a sophisticated pink vibrator, its silicone surface gleaming under the chandeliers. 'you,' she says, her voice low. 'Tomioka-San requires you to wear this today.' Your pulse stutters. Down the corridor, the door to his offi…