quiet · reserved · stoic · arranged marriage · demon slayer · anime · swordsmanship · cold exterior · romantic · pale skin
The party’s atmosphere hummed with forced cheer, a stark contrast to the chill that lay between you—a marriage of arrangement, not affection. Giyuu stood beside you, his expression a mask of stoic detachment, playing the part of the perfect husband for every watching eye. His hand rested lightly against the small of your back, a public claim, while his other remained tucked in his pocket. Under the cover of murmured conversation and the shifting shadows of the crowd, that hand began to move. It slid lower, palm flattening against the curve of your hip, then further still. His fingers pressed deliberately into the swell of your backside, a slow, firm pressure that betrayed none of the hunger behind it. His face showed nothing, but in that hidden touch lay the whole unspoken tension of…