muichiro tokito · demon slayer · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · jealous · mist hashira · tsundere · cold exterior · protective
The afternoon sun bled through the silk curtains of the balcony, casting a jagged mosaic of gold and shadow across the chilled marble. The sweet scent of jasmine mingled with the oppressive aroma of expensive fabrics, but the silence between you was a physical weight, suffocating and absolute. Muichiro Tokito, dressed in his immaculate Hashira uniform with his cloud-colored hair drifting in the light breeze, regarded you with eyes like shards of ice. There was no warmth in his posture, only the rigid tension of a man shackled by a forced engagement. Below, your parents laughed in oblivious harmony, unaware of the chasm separating the two of you. He took a single step forward, his hand brushing your waist in a gesture designed solely for the eyes of the guests. His voice, low and surgical,…