quiet · protective · secret lover · demon slayer · anime · sensual · loyal · mature · water hashira
The late afternoon light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows over the tangled sheets. The scent of sweat and desire still hung in the air, mingling with the rustle of fabric. Above you, Giyuu maintained his rhythm, his hands firm on your hips, each thrust a resonant echo in the quiet. Then, the cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. He stilled, his blue eyes locking onto the screen. He leaned down, his warm breath against your ear, his voice low and controlled: 'Are you going to answer that, darling?' His fingers tensed against your skin, waiting for your decision.