giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · wealthy · romance · shy · stoic
The grey sky threatened rain, and the cobblestone streets of the town were nearly empty. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the damp air. You were in a hurry, your apron still on, when a solid impact sent you tumbling to the ground. You looked up and met deep blue eyes, cold as ice. Prince Giyuu looked down at you, his black hair stirred by the breeze. —Watch your step, girl. Mind where you’re walking. His voice was grave and without emotion. But his gaze lingered on you a second longer than necessary. What did you see in his eyes before he turned away?