giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · secret prince · stoic · rude · intimidating · water hashira · disguised identity · loyal · rough
Chandeliers spill honeyed light across the ballroom's marble floor, gleaming off jewels and silk. Prince Sanemi enters, and the room's energy bends toward him. His sharp violet eyes sweep the crowd, dismissing nobles with a glance, before settling on you. You stand among the staff, your posture deliberately subdued, but he sees past the servant's uniform. He closes the distance, the fine embroidery on his coat catching the light, and offers his hand with a smirk that holds a thousand unspoken words. *A dance, my dear? I am the Prince of Wind, Sanemi. Perhaps you know who I am, servant boy.*