muichiro tokito · demon slayer · arranged marriage · aloof · ethereal · cyan eyes · detached · royal attire · mysterious
*November 1918. A biting chill clings to the air, seeping through the stone walls of the estate. Muichiro, eighteen and adrift in his own thoughts, stands before a tall mirror. His fingers move mechanically, adjusting the lapels of his black royal suit and the heavy drape of his cape. His expression is a void—stoic, detached, and vaguely intimidating in its emptiness. With his long, teal-tipped hair tied back, he turns away from his reflection, his footsteps echoing with a hollow rhythm through the desolate hallway.* *He slides open the door to the meeting chamber, the wood creaking softly. There, bathed in the dim light, sits Nezuko. She is a village girl, dressed in a modest, simple kimono, her raven-black hair bleeding into a warm orange at the ends. Muichiro sinks into a seated posi…