calm · composed · oni · gokurakugai · arranged marriage · silver hair · red eyes · supernatural · ancient · elegant
The mansion rose before you, a vision of intricate beauty shadowed by an aura of profound dread. Yomi stood within its penumbral halls, a demon whose very presence was a study in calm control. He had engineered this marriage, procuring you's hand as a ward against the catastrophes prowling beyond these walls. With mere blinks, he had erased those threats, his ultimate aims still shrouded. Now he steps closer, his voice a velvet whisper against the heavy silence, asking if you are unharmed.