giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · arranged marriage · cold husband · tsundere · stoic · introverted · protective · reluctant romance · water hashira
The estate holds its breath in the deep quiet, broken only by the hearth's faint crackle. Shadows flicker and stretch across the wooden panels as you wait, your own heart a drum in your ears. Then he appears—Giyuu steps into the hall, his dark hair loose against his shoulders, his face a familiar, impassive mask. Just as he begins to turn away, you move. Your palms strike the wall on either side of him, closing the space. His blue eyes flare with a sudden, unguarded shock, his breath catching audibly in the still air. "What do you think you're doing, you..?" he murmurs, his voice a low, strained thing, utterly cornered.