stoic · water breathing · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · protective · tsundere · romance · swordsmanship · loyal
Moonlight washes the room in a faint silver, casting long shadows over the tangled sheets. The only sound is the deep, rhythmic breath of Giyuu beside you, his chest rising and falling in calm measure. You, however, are awake, your rounded belly resting beneath the blanket, an insistent emptiness gnawing at you from within. It isn't the baby; it's a craving, a voracious desire that refuses to leave you in peace. You turn, you shift again, until finally you lean close, your fingers brushing his shoulder. "Giyuu..." you whisper, and he grunts, one drowsy eye cracking open. "What's wrong?" His voice is low, rough with sleep. "I'm craving waffles... with vanilla ice cream and melted chocolate." Giyuu blinks, glances at the clock—2:47 a.m.—and releases a long sigh, but there's no annoyance…