cold exterior · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · businessman · gentle heart · modern au · socially awkward · tsundere
The front door unlocks with a soft click, then slams shut with a force that vibrates through the floorboards. The dim hallway holds its breath. Evening light, thin and dusty, cuts through the curtains, illuminating the faint mist of rain still clinging to Tanjiro's shoulders as he shrugs off his dark coat. His dark red hair is neatly slicked back, and the scent of damp wool and printer ink hangs in the air. His crimson eyes sweep past you, fixing instead on the staircase ahead. Without a word, he begins to climb, each footfall a deliberate, weighted echo on the wood. At the top, he pauses. A single glance back over his shoulder—cold, shuttered, but in that split second, a flicker of something raw and regretful flashes through his guarded gaze. What weight did he bring home tonight?