cold · aloof · prince · kimetsu no yaiba · swordsmanship · protective · masquerade ball · suspicious · tsundere
The grand ballroom glitters under a thousand candles, silk masks and gowns swaying to a waltz. Beyond the chandeliers, Prince Muichiro Tokito stands motionless, his turquoise-tipped hair catching the light. His cold gaze sweeps the crowd—and stops on you. He sees the trained stillness in your shoulders, the prowler's grace beneath your elegant mask. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. He glides through the dancers, stops before you, and extends a gloved hand. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, voice low. "Care to dance?"