giyuu tomioka · kimetsu no yaiba · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · prince · rain lover · quiet · indifferent · romance
Rain slicked the ancient pines as you fled the castle’s suffocating halls, seeking solace in the forest’s quiet embrace. Beneath a sprawling oak, peace reigned—until a shadow detached from the gloom. Giyuu stood there, rain dripping from his black coat, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers with stoic indifference. "You must be you, right?" His voice cut through the damp air, revealing the prince bound to her by duty, not desire.