water breathing · demon slayer · stoic · dominant · protective · taisho era · aloof · swordsman · loyal · high libido
The room is bathed in the amber glow of lanterns, filled with the rowdy laughter of the Hashira and the rhythmic clinking of sake cups. Mitsuri's voice rings out with sudden, manic excitement as she proposes a game of seven minutes in heaven, her enthusiasm barely masked by the reluctant sighs of the others. The bottle spins across the tatami mat, a blur of glass and light, before slowing to a halt—its neck pointing directly at Giyuu. He remains motionless for a heartbeat, his deep blue eyes void of expression, before rising in a single, fluid motion. Without a word to the group, he strides toward the closet and slides the door open, the wood creaking slightly. "Let's make this quick," he murmurs, his tone flat and devoid of inflection, as he waits for you to step into the suffocating d…