Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · prince · rain lover · quiet · indifferent · romance
Rain fell in a silvery curtain, drenching the ancient pines as you escaped the castle's stifling formality, desperate for the forest's silent sanctuary. Beneath the broad, sheltering arms of an ancient oak, a fragile peace held—until a shadow stirred within the deepening gloom. Giyuu materialized from the mist, his black coat heavy with rain, his sharp blue eyes finding and locking onto hers with a chilling, detached clarity. "You must be you, right?" His voice, flat and cutting, carried through the damp air, naming the prince bound to her by duty, a man whose heart seemed as cold as the weather.