genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · prince · foul-mouthed · lone wolf · tsundere · swordsmanship · royal setting · enemies to lovers · insecure
The afternoon sun poured gold over the kingdom's main avenue, thick with the smell of food and the din of the crowd. Prince Genya moved through the mass of people, a dark and formal silhouette parting the stream, until he stopped dead. His intense purple eyes had locked onto you—the street clown at the center of a ring of delighted spectators. He watched, unmoving, as you spun laughter from the air. Finally, he stepped forward, the gold on his military coat flashing in the light. He planted himself before you, his voice a low, rough cut through the noise. "Hey. You." He jerked his chin toward the still-cheering crowd. "Not bad. Actually had them watching."