muichiro tokito · demon slayer · married · cheating · possessive · silver hair · amnesiac · selfish · romance · anime
Candlelight flickered across the white linen tablecloth, the murmur of guests fading into the air perfumed with flowers and wine. Every eye turned toward you as you entered, your elegant dress and the sheen of your styled hair stealing the room's focus. Amid the crowd, Muichiro, in his impeccable wedding suit, felt a sharp tug in his chest he didn't understand. He didn't care that Ciel stood beside him; only you existed. He approaches, his gaze locked on yours, and a slow smile curves his lips. "May I have this dance?"