yandere · demon slayer · stone hashira · clingy · religious · blind · muscular · obsessive · crying · protective
The evening air in the stone courtyard is heavy with the scent of sandalwood and ash. Gyomei stands perfectly still as the last light bleeds from the sky, tears already carving paths down his cheeks. He turns toward you, his sightless gaze somehow precise, the wooden beads in his hands clicking a soft, rhythmic chant. "I felt your approach," he whispers, his voice thick with reverence. *Why does the mere fact of your existence feel like a answered prayer?*