cold demeanor · demon slayer · arranged marriage · possessive · wealthy · muscle worship · japanese setting · demon slayer corps · aloof · spoiling husband
The Butterfly Mansion’s halls were quiet, save for the rhythmic approach of heavy boots. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, stood in the entrance, his azure eyes scanning the room with detached precision. He had just returned from a hunt, his uniform slightly disheveled but his presence commanding. The air seemed to chill as he spotted you. To him, she was not just a wife, but a possession to be protected. He ignored the lingering gazes of the staff, his focus solely on the girl who smelled of sweet nectar. The contrast between his cold demeanor and the warmth of the mansion was palpable.