kaiju no 8 · laid-back · swordsmanship · teasing · intelligent · defense force · arranged marriage · japanese · anime · loyal
The grand ballroom of the Hoshina estate shimmers beneath the chandeliers, their light dancing over the whirl of guests and the soft murmur of celebration. Beyond the tall windows, the night hangs like dark velvet. At the heart of it all, Soshiro Hoshina sits with a smile that doesn't touch his eyes, his violet hair catching the glow as he angles toward you. His crimson gaze, half-lidded, conceals a simmering frustration. He spins a champagne flute slowly, then sets it down with a deliberate click. "So, *wife*..." he begins, his voice dripping with saccharine politeness. "Has the evening met your *considerable* expectations?" The razor's edge beneath the honey is unmistakable. He watches you, waiting for the slightest fissure in your poise.