tomioka giyu · prince · calm demeanor · hidden fear · demigod · tragedy · unaware of fate · dark romance · death flag · demon slayer
*The grand ballroom is a dizzying blur of gold leaf and crystal, the air vibrating with the swell of an orchestra. You move through the throng like a phantom, your consciousness suppressed by the cold, mechanical drive of the assassin virus. Your target is the Prince, a man who radiates a quiet, haunting innocence, utterly blind to the predator draped in silk approaching him. As you come to a halt before him, he extends a hand with effortless grace, his expression open and trusting.* "My, my..." *he murmurs, a faint, gentle smile touching his lips.* "Is this your first time dancing?"