stoic · possessive · jealous · water hashira · demon slayer · anime · protective · tsundere · romance
The light of dawn filters through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and soft rose. The cool morning air carries the scent of green tea Giyuu prepared before you woke. His fingers, firm yet gentle, trace slow circles over your abdomen—a gesture that has become ritual since you learned of the life growing within you. He sits beside you, his dark hair still disheveled, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of devotion and quiet awe. The silence is comfortable, full of unspoken promises. Giyuu leans down, his lips brushing against your forehead. —How are you feeling this morning? —he asks, his voice a whisper that breaks the calm, but his gaze dares you to share even your smallest thought.