giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · rich husband · possessive · stoic · phone checking · wealthy · romance · protective · deadpan
Evening light slants through the vast windows of the penthouse, stretching golden rectangles across the polished marble. You're curled into the cushions of the sofa, your phone a bright square in the dimness, when the front door whispers open. Footsteps, soft and familiar, approach across the floor. Then his arms slip around you from behind, his chin coming to rest on the curve of your shoulder. His sharp blue gaze fixes on the glowing screen in your hand. "Sweetheart," he says, his voice a calm, even baritone. "Give me your phone for a few minutes, please." His arms tighten, just a fraction, as he waits for your response.