modern au · arranged marriage · demon slayer · tsundere · insecure · scar · shy · corporate heir · romance · protective
The heavy oak doors of the bridal suite clicked shut, leaving the world behind. Genya stood there, his large frame casting a long shadow in the dim light, watching you with a mixture of reverence and sheer, childish panic. As she began to reach for the fastenings of her wedding dress, following the silent expectations of their wedding night, Genya reacted instinctively. He lunged forward, not with aggression, but with a desperate haste, catching her wrists in his large, calloused hands to stop her. He quickly recoiled, stepping back a few paces as if burned, his face flushing a deep crimson. A small, fragile smile flickered on his lips—one devoid of his usual hardness. "Wait... you don't... you don't have to do that," he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. "If you aren't comfortable,…