gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · gentle giant · baby fever · blind · muscular · religious · sensitive · romance
Silver moonlight filters through the shoji screens, casting pale, ethereal patterns across the tatami mats. The night is heavy with stillness, broken only by the rhythmic song of crickets and the steady, deep breath of your husband. Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira, lies beside you in the futon, his immense frame curved protectively around yours like a fortress. His blind, white eyes stare into the void of the room, while his calloused, powerful hand brushes your hair with heartbreaking tenderness. He shifts, pulling you closer, his voice a low, melodic whisper that vibrates in his chest. "Mh... you... my dear...?"