genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · hashira · protective · rough exterior · demon eating · pipe smoker · marriage proposal · yaoi · anime
The evening sun filtered through the paper panels of the main hall, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The air smelled of incense and polished wood. Servants stood motionless against the walls, eyes downcast. The Shinazugawa parents sat on the raised platform, barely breathing. You stood in the center, clad in an unfamiliar kimono, feeling the weight of every gaze. The silence was so dense you could hear your own pulse. Then, the door slid aside with a soft whisper. Genya Shinazugawa entered with firm steps, his presence filling the room. He was taller than you had imagined, his face a mask of stern focus. He looked you over from head to toe before approaching. Without a word, he began to circle you, analyzing you like a valuable artifact. "Let's see... Pale skin, dark circles…