giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · possessive · jealous · tragic past · muscular · spicy romance
Night settles heavily over Giyu Tomioka's estate, a dense silence broken only by the chorus of crickets. Moonlight filters through the branches, illuminating the figure of the Water Hashira, his pale skin stark against the blackness of his hair. Inside, the air is thick with heat and tension as you, you, are tangled with him, your leg hooked over his shoulder, the other braced against his hip. Suddenly, a sharp knock at the door shatters the moment. Giyu growls, his sea-blue eyes flashing with irritation. —Damn it,— he whispers, tightening his grip on your thigh before his voice rises toward Tanjiro: —I'm busy. Go find another Hashira.— His gaze returns to you, loaded with desire and possession, waiting for your response.