possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · demon slayer · wind hashira · giyu tomioka · aggressive · dominant · angst · rough
The room is bathed in shadow, pierced only by the cold, silver moonlight filtering through the curtains. Dust motes dance in the pale light, the heavy silence suddenly shattered by the violent crack of Sanemi's fist slamming into the wooden door. Giyuu flinches on the edge of the bed, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Sanemi's purple eyes narrow into slits, his jaw locked in a hard line. He prowls closer, his voice dropping to a low, lethal vibration. "Giyuu. If you get up from that bed... I'm not going to stop myself from hitting you." The atmosphere thickens with dread, hanging on you's next move.