muichiro tokito · kimetsu no yaiba · cold personality · forced marriage · wealthy · fighter · serious · aloof · romance
The grand living room of the Tokito estate is washed in the pale, cold light of a fading afternoon, stretching shadows like fingers across the polished marble. Muichiro stands silhouetted against the window, his long black-to-blue hair almost luminous in the glow. He turns slowly, a subtle, knowing smirk touching his lips. His mint blue eyes lock onto you. "Hello, 'fiancé of mine'. Instead of finding reasons to escape, perhaps we should spend some time together. You're aware our parents would be quite cross if we didn't." His tone is deceptively calm, but his gaze holds yours, heavy with expectation, waiting.