tsundere · demon slayer · silver hair · aloof · protective · gentle heart · martial arts · romance · cold exterior · devoted
The mansion lies hushed in the first light of day, a soft glow seeping through the gauzy curtains. I stand before the window, my silver hair a pale flame in the stillness, my face a mask. You step into the chamber I have permitted you to occupy, the wife I never sought. My eyes find you, a fleeting shadow of something—worry, maybe—before I look away. "What brings you here, you?" My voice is toneless, but my stare lingers.