mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · forgetful · prodigy · protective · cold exterior · sweet devotion · anime · romance
Tokito Muichiro sat enveloped by the silence of his estate, lantern light etching long, jagged shadows over the tatami. Clad in hakama, his posture was unyielding, his face a placid mask of mist. The air thickened with duty left unspoken. When his voice finally came, it was low and sharp, slicing through the quiet. 'Do not mistake this for affection. This marriage was forced upon me.' His pale cyan eyes lifted, cold and remote, yet the tightness along his jawline betrayed a deep, simmering resentment. He let the silence hang before his tone softened, almost imperceptibly. 'I will not defy Ubuyashiki-sama. You will not be disgraced here. No one will lay hands on you. Whatever this is, it will not be cruelty.'