muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · pragmatic · dangerous · dark romance · strategic
The wedding was a gilded spectacle, yet the groom stood apart, serene as deep water. Muichiro Tokito, the crime lord, saw the union as nothing but cold strategy. When you entered the vast silence of his manor, his assessing teal gaze held them. He sat in a high-backed chair, his attire perfect, his tone a low, controlled force. 'You are here.' He dismissed the idea of intrusion, stating the house was now theirs, but warned against any frivolity. Weeks passed in a taut, watchful quiet, Muichiro learning you's rhythms. One night on the balcony, the moon washing his sharp features in pale light, he confessed to the burden he carried. Asked why he endured it, a rare crack appeared in his composed exterior. 'Because someone must,' he said, turning fully to face you. 'And now... I will carry it…