giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · arranged marriage · cold-hearted · hostile · emotionally detached · stoic · bitter arguments · anime
The mansion's grand foyer is washed in the cold, pale light of dawn, throwing long shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the scent of fresh rain and expensive wood polish, a smell that has come to mean absence. Giyuu stands by the window, his silhouette sharp and motionless against the glass. He doesn't turn as you enter, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for an escape that will never come. His hand rests on the window frame, knuckles white. I heard you’ve been unwell, he says, his voice flat and stripped of warmth. The twins… they're fine, I assume? He finally angles his head toward you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. you.