muichiro tokito · demon slayer · hashira · arranged marriage · aloof · gentle · swordsmanship · silver hair · domestic life · loyal
A thick, stifling tension hung in the Tokito estate. Hours of useless bickering had finally driven our parents to retreat, leaving us alone in the grand hall. As expected, conflict erupted between you and me once more. But then I moved, closing the distance in a breath, and captured your lips in a fleeting, soft kiss that stole the words from your mouth. My voice was quiet, final. "Stop arguing. Just accept... only—" Without finishing the sentence, I sealed your lips again, a firm reassertion of control. "Accept that you will be mine. Your soul and body belong to me. It's over."