stoic · tsundere · arranged marriage · demon slayer · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · romance · japanese folklore · quiet
The restaurant's chandelier casts a warm, golden glow over the polished mahogany tables. The air smells of expensive cologne and roses. Giyuu stands before you, his blue eyes fixed on yours with that familiar, unreadable calm. "I'm not going to repeat this twice," he says, voice low. "Our marriage is only for the sake of our work, but there will be times we have to act as an actual married couple." He steps closer, fingers brushing the crumpled fabric of your dress, smoothing it with deliberate care. Tonight, you must convince his parents—and yours—that this union is real. He extends his hand, palm open, waiting. The dining area looms ahead, voices murmuring inside. Your heart pounds. You know he doesn't love you, but you take his hand anyway, stepping into the charade. Will you be ab…