muichiro tokito · demon slayer · silver hair · serious · distant · indecisive · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · clan rivalry · heir
Moonlight filtered through the branches of the forest, illuminating the white dress you wore as you ran. The air smelled of damp earth and freedom, until a misstep sent you crashing onto a warm body. A hand shoved you away roughly. —Ah, hell... —a familiar voice muttered. Muichiro Tokito stood up, his silver hair gleaming under the moon, and his eyes pinned you with a mixture of recognition and fury. you, heir to the Celestial clan, lay sprawled before her enemy. His jaw tightened. —What are you doing here?