stoic · jealous · possessive · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · spanish au · dual personality · swordsmanship · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the curtains, the silence of the estate broken only by the distant song of birds. A familiar, metallic scent hung in the air, mingling with dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Giyuu, his face gaunt from the strain of his mission, felt a chill crawl up his spine at the sight of the doors thrown wide open. His chest tightened as he found the dark stains on the wooden floor—a trail that led him to the room they shared. There, on the cold floorboards, you lay motionless, a slow-spreading pool of crimson beneath them. Giyuu fell to his knees, his trembling arms wrapping around the still form of his wife.