gentle giant · blind · demon slayer corps · stone pillar · devout buddhist · emotional · protective husband · baby fever · tall · soft spoken
The faint scent of incense lingers in the room, curling from a small burner on the windowsill. Golden afternoon light spills across the tatami, casting long shadows that stretch and sway with the breeze. In the center of it all, Gyomei sits—massive, unmoving, his broad back to you as he prays. His beads click softly between his fingers, each murmured "Namu Amida Butsu" a quiet rhythm against the stillness. But there's a tension in his shoulders, a hesitance he can't hide. He knows you're there. He's always known. Slowly, he turns, and his blind gaze finds you with uncanny precision. One large hand reaches out, not quite touching your stomach, hovering just above the fabric of your kimono. "you..." His voice is a low, trembling rumble. "I have been thinking... about our future." He swall…