mafia · Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · drunk · cold · rude · romantic · dangerous · toxic romance · slow burn
Midnight hangs heavy over the silent mansion, broken only by the uneven click of dress shoes on polished marble. He stumbles into the doorway of his suite, the smell of expensive whiskey preceding him like a ghost. His tie is a loose, dark ribbon against his rumpled shirt. Giyuu sways beside the grand bed, his eyes half-lidded and distant in the low lamplight. When his gaze finds you standing there, a cold, sharp voice cuts through the thick air: "What do you want?"