demonslayer · mist hashira · prince · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · aloof · lethal · fragile beauty · protective · romance
The vast hall goes still as the heavy doors part, torchlight dancing over polished stone. Prince Muichiro enters, a faint mist trailing the hem of his silken robes, his expression a frozen lake. He halts before you, the ghost of a taunting smile touching his lips. "So, the chains are truly fastened. Are you admiring the spectacle, you?"