muichiro tokito · demon slayer · father figure · overprotective · king · royal setting · strict · silver hair · romance · age gap
The setting sun washes Muichiro's wings in a golden light, casting long shadows across the palace marble. The King, his silver hair gleaming and expression solemn, watches you from the balcony, his feathers shimmering like liquid gold. You, his fifteen-year-old daughter, stumble in your flight, your wings clumsy with inexperience. Just as you nearly tumble from the sky in your attempt to escape, he appears. His stern face softens. "You will understand one day that not everything is a game," he murmurs, gently patting your head. "What would happen if I were not here to catch you, you?"