stoic · reserved · swordsmanship · demon slayer · royalty · arranged marriage · duty bound · heterochromatic eyes · kingdom setting · protective
The grand hall fell silent as you, clad in humble attire amidst a sea of silk, stood exposed. Prince Giyuu Tomioka entered, his expression a mask of stoic misery. He scanned the hopeful contestants with cold, navy eyes, ignoring their practiced smiles. His gaze snagged on you’s casual clothes, lingering with sharp intensity. The air grew heavy. Giyuu turned to his guards, his finger extending decisively toward the outlier. **"Her, i want her to be my bride."** His voice was icy, final, locking you in place.