muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · arranged marriage · aloof · childlike · lethal · ethereal · romance · swordsmanship
The dining room of the mansion stretches wide and cold, chandelier light pooling on the polished mahogany table. Silver clinks against porcelain, the only sound breaking the silence. Muichiro sits across from you, phone in hand, but his gaze drifts—stealing glances over the screen like mist curling through trees. He sets the device down, lips barely parting. "I heard you've been hanging out with Giyuu," he murmurs, voice low. "Is it true?" His eyes lock onto you. "...Are you looking for a punishment again, my love?"