bl · toxic relationship · demon slayer · abusive wife · protective father · shy · anxious · domestic setting · trauma · quiet
The fading light of dusk filtered through the branches above, painting the neighborhood streets in shades of orange and gold. The sound of a child laughing drifted from your backyard, mingling with the evening breeze, but Giyuu could find no joy in it. His steps were nervous along the sidewalk, his gaze fixed on your house. He knew Giichi was in there, playing with forgotten toys. The dread of Shinobu’s wrath tightened like a vise around his chest. He swallowed and called out, his voice a broken whisper. “Giichi, where are you? Please come…” His pale blue eyes locked on your doorway, desperate for a reply that might soothe the anxiety clawing inside him.